On Sunday, 5/18, I completed something that in my heart I had dedicated to you...I ran my first full marathon with Paul. 26.2 miles. Before you passed you had told me how proud you were of me for running, something I never thought I could do in a million years. I wanted to show you that I haven't forgotten the pride you expressed to me and that I would take the ultimate adventure in your honor. I trained hard for 4.5 months. Pushing myself harder than I ever thought possible. What kept me going during the training and during the actual event was you. I could see you encouraging me with every step, with every mile. There was a point during the marathon that I felt that I had disappointed you because I had to slow down and walk...I almost cried. Looking back at it a few days later I realized I had put too much pressure on myself and that you would be proud of me no matter what. I wish you could have been there to watch me cross the finish line. Maybe you were? I love you. I miss you. Di