Fight Fight Fight!

A few of the team on race day. You can see Kristen's picture on Becky's jersey.

Becky's team from Wichita, KS. (You can also see Becky's injured foot!)

Kristen's picture on slide show at Spaghetti Dinner the night before the race.

So sorry I haven't been posting. Sometimes I actually don't have a lot to say! Let's see I'll just give you an update today. In the past week Jordan and her walk team raised over $900 towards LLS during their walk in Manhattan (NY not KS). Becky's Team and Training event raised over $105 million towards LLS! Not just Becky's group but all the TNT runners. Pretty awesome if you ask me. The pictures above are ones she sent to us.

Devin and I ordered a headstone for Kristen last week. I feel some relief knowing that is in the works. They also placed a temporary marker. Little details that really are important to us.

I've been really missing Kristen this past week. Reality has set in. I've been so emotional that I got to thinking about Kristen and I and emotions.

We were not afraid to fight. In fact we got into some great knock down drag outs. Yelling was not unusual and God forbid anyone walk in during one of them. The good thing about these was that we always got our feelings out. But we never ended with the fight, we usually came back together, after calming down, to talk it out. That was the most important part. To calmly talk about why we were so passionate in our feelings. I'd tell her where my mindset was and she'd explain hers. Most of our arguments would arise when I had to be a mom and not a friend. Those lines were often blurred with us. Moving so much really kept us tight. I've mentioned in a previous blog about how Kristen would raise her right hand in a "what" gesture and say, "Really! Do you really want to go there?" My response sometimes was "Really I really want to go there." That response only came when I was just as put out as she was.

I'd love to be fighting with her right now. That would mean she was still here. Instead I hold onto that great memory of how we were "real" with each other. Our relationship was stable enough to withstand those mom/daughter battles. I'm so thankful for that.