Today was an amazing day and one I'm sure no one who attended Celebration on the Hill will ever forget. The staff and volunteers from Pennsylvania should be so proud of what they were a part of today. I can't wait to get back home and share so many great stories with my friends and family.
We had some really great legislative visits, media interviews (ok, I'm biased- but these were the best out of any state!), and let's be honest- a lot of fun.
I've been posting a lot of photos throughout the week of my experience here in Washington with Celebration on the Hill, but with my last post from here I'm posting just one photo. (I promise there will be more later.)
When I was 10 years old my grandpop was really sick and moved in with us. He lived in our house for two days. I remember my dad carrying him up the stairs to his room because he wasn't able to walk up the stairs himself. I didn't understand why he was sick. My mom was really sad and my dad did his best to pretend like everything was ok. I was really too young to understand that it wasn't.
My grandpop died of brain cancer. I wish I remembered more about him. I remember his house, the fun basement he had with the ping pong table, and the hill he had in his backyard that I always wanted to go sledding down. I remember his house was a rancher in Rydal, PA, they had a huge (it seemed huge) mirror on a wall behind the couch in the living room, and that there were frogs I tried to catch in the creek at the bottom of that hill I wanted to go sledding down. There was a pool table and dart board down that basement too, and I remember that he loved the Phillies. I love the Phillies too.
I was 10 and I didn't understand. But now I do understand what cancer can do to someone. It's been over 16 years and I still see the tears on my mom's face. Her dad isn't with us because this disease took him away too soon. It's not fair.
And so with my last post from Celebration on the Hill I want to leave you with why this was so important to me...
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