Quincy

I defi­nately think my name impacted my per­son­al­ity. I was a bit of a tomboy grow­ing up in between two  broth­ers.  A lit­tle toughy:)  Tough­ness and per­se­v­er­ence car­ried over into adult­hood.  Dur­ing the Boston Marathon, last April I had a bro­ken elbow acquired admidst a ski acci­dent.  Surgery on my elbow was pre­formed 5 days prior to the Boston’s infa­mous race.  Stu­pid, stub­born and in grief, I was run­ning, hon­or­ing my dad’s  mem­ory, Lau­rence.  I com­pleted the race on a cold rainy day with a bro­ken elbow.  My spirit was not bro­ken and my body per­se­vered.  My dad’s legacy endures in the  names, faces and bright mem­o­rys engraved on the hearts of his chil­dren and grand­chil­dren.  Life is so much more than a name, but names mean so much in life.

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