The week I up my game and start running more, I find out my Uncle Peppy passed, from cancer it seems on 5/27.  A smoker.  He wasn't really my Uncle and his name wasn't Peppy either, but that's what I called him.  He was really supportive of me when I would run races.  Always there, cheering me on.  This was my first 2 mile race and he was the first to congratulate me.  I think I was 7 and finished at 24:33.  Notice the pack of cigarettes in his hand.  I haven't seen him in a long time, but he always crosses my mind when I run.  

 

 

Aww, I'm sorry Coleen.  Next one is in his honor huh?  It's a sweet photo and one to cherish.  

It IS a sweet photo (with multi-layered stuff going on).

Thanks for sharing.

That is a great pic to have. It's scary how cigarettes kill so many every day. And have taken so many of our loved ones. Agreed with RF, next one is in his honor.

Wonderful picture...and very sorry for your loss.

Hugs xx

So sorry for your loss.  Sounds like you have some wonderful memories.