Walking the walk.

Thank you to all of you who asked how our trip was. The walk was emotional and comforting. I think we're supposed to get together to raise money and awareness for brain cancer. We did that. But ultimately, my goal was to get back together with all of Carrie's people, friends and family. We only know our loved ones so much. So, to get to know people from other aspects of her life has been a great gift to me. I know Carrie would get a kick out of us all together like that.

I hope we can do the walk each year. I don't know how realistic that is, but hopefully we can do it, each year bringing more of Carrie's people together. It was a big weekend for me, I'd been looking forward to the walk and the tattoo, both of which I hoped would bring me closure and acceptance that Carrie is indeed, gone. Because, sometimes, I'm pretty sure, it's not exactly healthy to keep thinking she's still here, and then slip into a mild panic attack when I realize she's not. The walk, preparing for it, and getting to it, has helped me with all of that.

Ricardo and the kids walked too. I explained the walk as best I could to Max and Lucy. They were eager and happy to road trip it down and walk for Carrie. Problem was, once we got there, Lucy wanted to know where Carrie was. Uggh. And, cue the recurring heartbreak and lump in throat. I kept it to minimal explanation. But once she got her tshirt, she was totally cool. I cannot believe they walked 3.1 miles with no whiney pants. Not once! Too fun. Lucy did sucker, woops, I mean make a new pal with Rachel. So, that helped.

That's how I roll.