It’s almost that time of year again. Yes, it’s almost Blondes vs. Brunettes time.
I say almost lightly, as this year the game is on June 29. (mark your calendars RIGHT NOW)
But WHATEVER, it’s pretty soon.
When I was growing up, grandma Whitaker picked me up from kindergarten every day. When I was sick, I went to grandma’s house where she would feed me soup and hang out with me all day. She listened to me sing terrible songs, rubbed my head when I had a fever, and cut the crust off my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Grandma was my best friend growing up. I wanted to be just like her. I would try on her clothes and wear her slip on Keds all around the neighborhood.
As I got older, I began to notice little changes in grandma. She forgot to pick my brother and I up from school one time. Grandma never forgot…
It wasn’t long before the grandma that I had grown up with was simply a memory.
Alzheimer’s disease had taken my grandmother and transformed her into a person I didn’t know. A person who didn’t even know herself.
She looked at me with absolutely no recognition in her soft eyes.
Alzheimer’s Disease took my grandma away from me. This disease takes millions of people away from their loved ones EVERY DAY.
It has a way of making you feel completely helpless as you watch your loved one slowly sink into a baffled state where they know no one, not even themselves.
Fortunately, the Alzheimer’s Association of Greater Indiana began the Blondes vs. Brunettes powder-puff game to TACKLE ALZHEIMER’s in 2011.
It’s a charity football game that sets blonde girls (boo) against brunette girls (and red heads, duh) in an effort to raise money to stop this vile disease.
For the past two years I have annoyed every single person I know in an effort to try and raise funds for this cause. It’s something so very dear to my heart.
Everyone knows someone that has been affected.
This year will be no different.
If you want to be involved in the fight against Alzheimer’s Disease, let me know.
Together we CAN make a difference.