Today was the second day of my walk to raise money in dads memory for cancer research. I wore my sandals because yesterday my runners made me bleed, then I got stuck in the rain and because my feet got wet they bled but in different spots than yesterday. My feet are completely torn up, I wish dad could be here to laugh at me. I miss his laugh, I wish I was doing this walk to celebrate him being a survivor, and not in his memory. I miss him so much my soul aches. People keep telling me they’re proud of me and every time I hear it, I hear it in his voice. That’s the only thing keeping me going right now.