I started week three of radiation today. Dan is accompanying me every day when he's in town. The women who work at Desk R are always happy to see him, as he chats them up and makes them laugh. He's a social guy, and he's very Shannon-like in his ability to light up a room. In contrast, when I'm there alone, I bury my head in a book and quietly wait my turn. Opposites attract, I suppose, and we make a good pair.
We are coming off another busy weekend of Shannon Cup activities. After all is said and done, we will have raised more than $5200 for the Shannon Fund. We can't say thanks enough to all the volunteers who spent their time manning our merchandise table.
We took in several Shannon Cup hockey games this weekend, and although the big story is still painful and sad, there are so many little stories that bring joy.
We watched the 12A team fight like hell to win their last round robin game because these girls, all of whom skated with Shannon, wanted to play for the Shannon Cup. They fell in the last two minutes 3-2, and we could see how crushed they were. They wanted to do it for Shannon, for us. We shared a little message with these girls before their third place game the next morning: Shannon lost plenty of games and she never handled it very well! But, for her, the best part was getting back out there on the ice with your friends and doing it all again. Those 12A girls won the third place game and left the rink with smiles on their faces.
We watched the 12B Rebels team, too. This was the team Shannon played on her last two years, and a couple of these girls played with Shannon in her final season. The Rebels made it to the championship and the game was tied at the end of regulation. Overtime couldn't break the tie, so a shootout would determine the champion. The Rebels came through! Dan and I were so pleased to be there handing over the Shannon Cup to a Rochester team.