I got in the water off the shore of Cozumel shortly after 7am today and never stopped swimming, biking, and running until I crossed the finish line a little less than 12 hours later.
More importantly, for a year now I never gave up. Every time my resolve was put to the test by the next setback, I thought of you. Then I simply did whatever needed to be done to be the father I think you deserve.
I often dreamt that somehow, someway you’d be waiting for me at the finish line. I didn’t see you there, but that’s ok. You were with me from the first step I took a year ago to the last step of today’s race. I’ve kept you in my heart the whole way.
Happy birthday, Max.