Yesterday, Dan and I ran 16 miles. We actually had a good time. We ran in Medford Lakes, hid Powerades in my dad’s mailbox, and followed every Courtesy Route sign we say until the Garmin said we could stop. It was the first time in a while I enjoyed running, that Dan enjoyed running with me, and that running the marathon actually seemed possible.
I was set to have a happy blog post today, and then while reading my celebrity gossip blog I came across this article: Ronan's Mother Responds To Taylor Swift Song
Curious, I clicked the story... and then I started skimming. I tried not to read too much about Roman’s story. I already knew it. We all do. Life is wonderful until a brain tumor suddenly invades a child’s brain, and then the world might as well stop spinning. I didn’t need to know the particulars of how cruel and unfair cancer was to this little boy. I didn’t want the guilt of knowing we had Justin for 11 years; the world only had Roman for 4. How have I been lucky enough to be given 27, and hopefully even more?
I couldn’t stop thinking about Roman and his bright blue eyes, eyes as bright as Justin’s. I read the song lyrics and cried. The song was written about Roman, but for all parents that have had to bury their babies. For all of us that have been touched by little angels, that have prayed for miracles, that are left behind.
President Obama declared September National Childhood Cancer Awareness Month on August 31. Thanks to Taylor Swift, maybe now more money will be raised for pediatric cancers. Regardless, I’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping it inspires others to donate in memory of Justin, Roman, Alex, and all the other children who’ve lost their lives to cancer.