The grand finale . . . the last Reed’s Run
Well this is it. I feel like I am sending my baby off to kindergarten. I have loved, nurtured, worried, fretted, and spent many hours praying for Reed’s Run, and now, it’s time to send it off. I carry in my heart precious memories of a job well done, funds raised, and hope given. To say farewell, I am just going to give a list (not all-inclusive) of some of those favorite memories.
- Friends and family working together to remember and honor
- Honoring veterans each and every year (including remembering Jason Timmerman)
- The friends from the Patriot Guard coming (even if unofficial)
- Being able to publicly thank all of the first responders.
- That flag over the start/finish line – took my breath away!
- Friends arriving that were a surprise to me
- Family flying/driving in from all over the country
- Hosting a Grampa’s Amp concert
- Students taking a stand (I will never forget what they did.)
- All the hugs!
- The Reed stories that came out.
- Remembering all the children gone much too soon. The luminaries were always my favorite, especially during the movies.
- Remembering three adult friends who offered healing to us and now are gone before we ready.
- Honoring those who have inspired us.
- The Star Wars theme song!
- Seeing the t-shirts everywhere!
- The generosity of our neighbors!
- The joy of the runners, walkers, and kid runners!
- Cheetahs and all the love!
- Popcorn stands, Boy Scouts & Girl Scouts!
Finally, the most important memory is the message that we worked so hard to send. Healing comes from a firm foundation rooted in the love and sacrifice of Jesus Christ and from the all the many hands & feet (and HEARTS) of a loving community reaching out in love.
To rise from tragedy . . . cling to HOPE!
Thank you for being the hearts that offered hope and healing!