In 2010, my then 50-year-old father, Paul, had a massive stroke that left him paralyzed and severely impaired his speech.
He went from walking, talking, and working full time, to being wheel chair bound and needing the assistance of someone full-time (insurance doesn't cover a nurse, so my Saint of a mother stepped in). He spent six months in a hospital rehabilitation center and away from our home.
Two years have passed, and while my dad has added some new words to his vocabulary he'll never fully recover. My dad and my family have been trying to cope with the aftermaths of the stroke while helping my father adjust to his new situation.
He's still a loving father and husband. For those who are around him, know his favorite phrase is "Thank you, thank you very, very much."
So, this year I run for him, for my family, and for all the other families who have had their lives turned upside down by a stroke.