We were told a couple of days before the walk that they did some themed walks throughout the night. I'm disappointed that we didn't find out until it was nearly too late. Some of the themes were Superhero (I thought with time my brother would have majorly represented), crazy hats, 80's, movie star, etc. We only had time to pull together some crazy hats. Here's Eric with my sweet Dollar Store find. Next year I think we'll better represent.
Roan, Eric and I worked on decorating a paper bag that housed a votive candle. They used these "luminaries" to line the path and to honour the cancer victim or survivor. So we did one for my dad. My cousin Keane designed one to be from the siblings as well. It consisted of 9 different symbols/emblems that represent the nine siblings. (I need to touch base with him to find out what they mean and which one belongs to which sibling.)
Dawn, my mom, Lesley, Roan and myself also worked on a large banner/flag for us to proudly hold during our family march. I'm not gonna lie, it's the second attempt after I experienced an epic fail when I spelled our last name wrong on the first one. D'oh! Thirty-six and a half years with this name and clearly I have a problem spelling it slowly and under pressure with permanent marker! It was good for a laugh and I know my dad would have found it funny too.
Us against Cancer |
Uncle Marc and Eric outside a Breast Cancer Survivor site |
Aunt Sheila outside of Ruby's Army's site. |
I was so proud of my Aunt Nadine and Uncle Larry for coming to the walk to offer us their support. It's extremely difficult for both of them to walk any sort of distances now, but they walked for my dad and then stayed for a bit to offer us their moral support. She is my dad's older sister, the only one as all the rest are younger sisters and my uncle grew up across the street from the Rousseau's and eventually married one. So he's probably the only person still in my dad's life that he'd known longer than his own family. I'm so grateful they found the strength.
Josh and Eric |
We had an over all good time with all of the family. Some stayed with us right through the night (THANK YOU!!) and some came and visited, walked and went (THANK YOU!!). It was so nice to see everyone again. I love to hear stories about my dad growing up, they keep him vivid and present. It was nice to hear that others are still struggling as I do. It reinforces to me that I'm (and our immediate family) are not alone in our sorrow. It's nice to know that they didn't all just go back to their lives after the initial loss and return to normal. It's nice to know they still think of him often, are overcome with tears at inopportune times just like me and that they are still sad.
Alison, Adam and Becca |
Roan and Eric |
As night fell and Dawn and I continued to walk we paused three times so Dawn could light the luminary bags for our dad. I'm not sure why something so 'trivial' seemed so important, but it was. I hope he could see the lights and I hope he knew we were doing this all for him. It was nice walking the path, just me and her for him. We did, however, eventually stumbled upon a hidden gem (albeit a little off course)....the concession stand inside (the civic centre on sight) and discovered they had fries and gravy and nachos and cheese. So just a minor side step and then back to the walking.
Roan AKA Moonlight (the Superhero as dubbed by Captain America) |
Eric being well...Eric! |
Cole and Roan |
Roan came with us to walk. Gage wasn't able to come as he wasn't going to be getting back from his Grade 8 end of year school trip until 9 p.m. I couldn't believe that Roan walked that circuit as often as he did. He didn't stop moving until I forced him to lay down to try and get some sleep around 4:30 a.m. He walked the path, he ran the path, he played games with Sawyer, he scammed glow sticks, he pal'd around with Cole, and he ate cookies.
The above is a picture of a bunch of the luminary bags in the shape of a heart. Our two decorated bags are up in the top left lobe (right on the screen). Sadly I didn't get a picture of it lit up at night as it looked pretty. But we did get a picture of HOPE and a couple of the lined pathways.
We spent a lot of time between walking hanging out around the 'camp fire', laughing, telling stories and singing. The entertainment provided was not even mediocre. It was painful and lacked any sort of talent what's so ever. We still haven't figured out where they found these people. Needless to say, they provided us with our own form of entertainment.
But I'll close with perhaps the best word only t-shirt I've ever read (sorry no picture):
"These boobs are fake. My real ones tried to kill me."
Cancer, you may have taken someone extremely important to all of us, but you will NOT break us. Go fuck yourself.
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