|Nana and Charlie, falling in love.|
And I know for a fact that Elizabeth "Lisa" Maxwell, Greatest Mother-in-Law in the World, loved me, too. It goes without saying that she loved my husband, Tim. But the truest thing I ever witnessed was her love for our kids, Charlie and Libby. Even at her most frail, she'd demand to hold the baby for hours. She'd order me to send her more videos and more photos, even though we only lived 20 minutes away. She didn't feign interest in potty training discussions; she really was interested! Her love for our rug-rats was huge and powerful and blind, and exactly the kind of love a mother hopes to swath her children in. A helmet against the bumps and bruises of life. Dumbo's magic feather, always keeping them aloft.
So when Lisa died last September after a long, gritty fight with multiple myeloma (a cancer of the blood that attacks your red blood cells and gradually saps the strength from your bones), I felt grief-stricken. I felt angry. And most of all, I felt gypped. When I thought about the years my kids should have had playing with Lisa, all the recitals and concerts and ball games she was supposed to come to, all the hugs and jokes and stories she'd have given them...well, I wanted to cry foul and have an on-field fight with the ref. It didn't help that Charlie's second birthday was just a couple days after Lisa left us. He was surrounded by doting aunts and uncles, adorable cousins, and his beloved Pop-pop, Gangy and Pops, but without Nana we all felt a little bit lonely.
|The two Elizabeth Maxwells.|
So, maybe I'm registered for the Philadelphia Marathon on November 17, 2013. And maybe I've been trying to figure out how to work it into my fundraising efforts for The Dude Hates Cancer (TDHC), the super-fun charity campaign and bowling tournament that my husband and sister-in-law chair here in Buffalo, benefitting the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. "Sell" each of the 26.2 miles for a certain price? Promise to wear a crazy outfit (a tutu? a weird hat? temporary tattoos?) if I hit my fundraising goal? Do my training runs through Buffalo wearing "sponsored" slogans on my shirt (ex., TIM IS MY HERO)? I'm still mulling it over, and will happily accept suggestions.
This year's TDHC tourney is firmly dedicated to Lisa's memory. Tim posted a banner across the top of the site with a photo of his mom and the slogan, "This one's for Lisa." No matter how or if I incorporate my marathon training into my fundraising, that's become my running motto, too. It's amazing how motivational it is when you get to the eighth mile of an 11-mile run and you just want to go home and eat waffles. I just say to myself, "Hey, Quitter. This one's for Lisa, remember?" and I find that I can push through the pain a little bit longer. Because you know what? She sure did. And that's why I loved her.