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This page is dedicated to the memory of
my older brother, Rick Howard one of
"the other" Howards. Ricky loved people,
especially babies and "old people." He is
the subject, or better said, "chief trouble
maker" in many of my stories about
Growing Up in Plainview.
my older brother, Rick Howard one of
"the other" Howards. Ricky loved people,
especially babies and "old people." He is
the subject, or better said, "chief trouble
maker" in many of my stories about
Growing Up in Plainview.
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The son asked his father, 'Dad,
will you take part in a marathon
with me?'. The father who,
despite having a heart
condition, says 'Yes'. They
went on to complete the
marathon together. Father and
son went on to join other
marathons, the father always
saying 'Yes' to his son's request
of going through the race
together. One day, the son
asked his father, 'Dad, let's join
the Ironman together.' To
which, his father said 'Yes' too.
For those who don't know,
Ironman is the toughest
triathlon ever. The race
encompasses three endurance
events of a 2.4 mile (3.86
kilometer) ocean swim,
followed by a 112 mile (180.2
kilometer) bike ride, and ending
with a 26.2 mile (42.195
kilometer) marathon along the
coast of the Big Island Father
and son went on to complete
the race together.
will you take part in a marathon
with me?'. The father who,
despite having a heart
condition, says 'Yes'. They
went on to complete the
marathon together. Father and
son went on to join other
marathons, the father always
saying 'Yes' to his son's request
of going through the race
together. One day, the son
asked his father, 'Dad, let's join
the Ironman together.' To
which, his father said 'Yes' too.
For those who don't know,
Ironman is the toughest
triathlon ever. The race
encompasses three endurance
events of a 2.4 mile (3.86
kilometer) ocean swim,
followed by a 112 mile (180.2
kilometer) bike ride, and ending
with a 26.2 mile (42.195
kilometer) marathon along the
coast of the Big Island Father
and son went on to complete
the race together.
| Writing to educate and encourage women and their families who desire to live life more abundantly. |
Mental Health
With banners lifted high, we marched, united in our
cause. Police officers in cars, on horseback, and in the
street stopped traffic and shielded us from the danger of
inattentive drivers, as we headed up Congress Avenue in
view of our State Capitol. I could not help feeling
somewhat in control of destiny. Yes, the future for those
with mental illness, their friends and family would be
positively impacted because on this day we moved
forward. We were there for mothers, fathers, brothers,
sisters, children, friends, and ourselves. Some held
banners in remembrance of a son lost to suicide. Our team
banner bore streamers of handwritten messages. Selfishly
I took two and wrote on the streamers as if the very act
of writing demanded – “No more!” One was scripted in
memory of my brother who took his life: one in honor of
my daughter, and all who battle this raging illness that
steals. This illness robs the personality, sanity, self-
esteem, relationships, joy, and the very breath of many.
We were participating in a 5K Walk for NAMI:
“dedicated to the eradication of mental illnesses and to the
improvement of the quality of life for persons of all ages
who are affected by mental illnesses.” There would be no
walk without the help of friends, family, co-workers and
corporations who give generously to financially support
the efforts of the National Alliance on Mental Illness.
Thank you for giving, for walking, for praying. My hope is
that someday there will be no need to walk.
cause. Police officers in cars, on horseback, and in the
street stopped traffic and shielded us from the danger of
inattentive drivers, as we headed up Congress Avenue in
view of our State Capitol. I could not help feeling
somewhat in control of destiny. Yes, the future for those
with mental illness, their friends and family would be
positively impacted because on this day we moved
forward. We were there for mothers, fathers, brothers,
sisters, children, friends, and ourselves. Some held
banners in remembrance of a son lost to suicide. Our team
banner bore streamers of handwritten messages. Selfishly
I took two and wrote on the streamers as if the very act
of writing demanded – “No more!” One was scripted in
memory of my brother who took his life: one in honor of
my daughter, and all who battle this raging illness that
steals. This illness robs the personality, sanity, self-
esteem, relationships, joy, and the very breath of many.
We were participating in a 5K Walk for NAMI:
“dedicated to the eradication of mental illnesses and to the
improvement of the quality of life for persons of all ages
who are affected by mental illnesses.” There would be no
walk without the help of friends, family, co-workers and
corporations who give generously to financially support
the efforts of the National Alliance on Mental Illness.
Thank you for giving, for walking, for praying. My hope is
that someday there will be no need to walk.
Our Brother’s Keeper:
Walking through the Storm
Walking through the Storm
| I Love Someone With Mental Illness |
