Every May since 1999, I’ve known where I would be the day before Mother’s Day. Rain or shine, before dawn, I’d put on my pink T-shirt and join thousands of others to walk or run the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure.
My first year it was at Franklin Covey Field, moved to The Gateway, and finally to Library Square. I never dreamed that May 13, 2017, celebrating my 25th survivor anniversary, would be the last race in Salt Lake City. For the thousands of survivors, families, volunteers and sponsors, it’s been an amazing journey. The teams in pink tutus and crazy hats, the signs and pictures of loved ones, the survivor parade and dove release, the dogs, the kids, pink hair, pink everything.
Being a race volunteer was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. The sponsors, especially the media, were always so supportive.
On Saturday, I’ll put on a pink T-shirt and walk 3.2 miles somewhere. It won’t be the same, but thanks for the memories.
Cheryl Gentle, South Jordan