nerfny
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Three years ago I got asked to join a team by my formersoccer coach to play flag football and raise money for the Alzheimer’sAssociation. Three years ago I became apart of a team that has become more like a family. We all work together with the same goal inmind of raising money and awareness for a disease that steals people’s lives.
Every year when this event roles around I can’t help butthink of my grandmother who succumbed to this disease when I was 15 yearsold. When this event started I couldn’thelp but think of how my grandmother was at the end. A person who didn’t know who many of herfamily members were and couldn’t understand where my grandfather was. More recently I can’t help but remember thestrong woman who I knew you never crossed or you would get an earful of swearwords in French. I wanted to share astory I grew up hearing about my grandparents who were married nearly 50 yearsbefore my grandfathers death.
When mygrandparents met my grandfather had just come back to Vermont after getting outof the Army. My grandmother was workingas a telephone operator in Vermont even though she lived in Canada on my greatgrandparents farm. When my grandparentsbegan seeing each other my great grandparents forbid them seeing each other. My grandfather did not come from money and mygreat grandparents owned a 3,000 acre farm. Obviously she did not listen. Shemarried the young man who had just come back from the Army and her parentspromptly disowned her. Yet despite theirchallenging start they raised eight children and loved each other for nearly 50years of marriage.
When my grandfather passed away I believe that mygrandmother gave into the disease that was stealing her memories because it waseasier than dealing with her grief over losing the love of her life. Before she gave into this disease she was thewoman that stood up to her family in an era when young women didn’t do that tobe with the man that she loved. This isthe woman I choose to remember. The ladywho taught me how to make homemade cinnamon roles, swear words in French andthat family is everything.
It is for her that I commit my time to play Blondes vs.Brunettes and raise awareness and money for this horrible disease.
I want to thank all who donate to this great cause. No amount is too small.
http://act.alz.org/site/TR/BvB/NY-NortheasternNewYork?px=8388395&pg=personal&fr_id=10764
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Every year when this event roles around I can’t help butthink of my grandmother who succumbed to this disease when I was 15 yearsold. When this event started I couldn’thelp but think of how my grandmother was at the end. A person who didn’t know who many of herfamily members were and couldn’t understand where my grandfather was. More recently I can’t help but remember thestrong woman who I knew you never crossed or you would get an earful of swearwords in French. I wanted to share astory I grew up hearing about my grandparents who were married nearly 50 yearsbefore my grandfathers death.
When mygrandparents met my grandfather had just come back to Vermont after getting outof the Army. My grandmother was workingas a telephone operator in Vermont even though she lived in Canada on my greatgrandparents farm. When my grandparentsbegan seeing each other my great grandparents forbid them seeing each other. My grandfather did not come from money and mygreat grandparents owned a 3,000 acre farm. Obviously she did not listen. Shemarried the young man who had just come back from the Army and her parentspromptly disowned her. Yet despite theirchallenging start they raised eight children and loved each other for nearly 50years of marriage.
When my grandfather passed away I believe that mygrandmother gave into the disease that was stealing her memories because it waseasier than dealing with her grief over losing the love of her life. Before she gave into this disease she was thewoman that stood up to her family in an era when young women didn’t do that tobe with the man that she loved. This isthe woman I choose to remember. The ladywho taught me how to make homemade cinnamon roles, swear words in French andthat family is everything.
It is for her that I commit my time to play Blondes vs.Brunettes and raise awareness and money for this horrible disease.
I want to thank all who donate to this great cause. No amount is too small.
http://act.alz.org/site/TR/BvB/NY-NortheasternNewYork?px=8388395&pg=personal&fr_id=10764
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