Homecoming. That time of year when you realize that it was 23 years ago that you were playing powderpuff and going to the dance. Man I'm old. Randi followed in my footsteps and was on the Gold Team. Randi played great when she was in, making a huge stop after an interception and quite a few big runs. I loved hearing her name over the loud speaker "Randi-Horace-Jewkes". Yep, Horace. It seems that she has kind of dedicated her senior year to her grandpa. Both her powderpuff shirt and her cross country jacket read "Horace." Now, why would she pick that? you may ask. Well the story is this... Whenever people first hear Randi's name they ask her if it is short for something. She used to explain that no, it's just Randi and that she was named after her Grandpa. The story then evolved to the fact that her Grandpa's name was Randall...well, Horace Randall. Now when people ask if her name is short for something she simply replies "Horace." I love it. I think Gramps would, too.
Of course she looked beautiful for the dance and had the sweetest date. She's happy to be running again, but said that in the back of her mind she knows that there is something different about her heart. We go to Primary Children's next week where hopefully most of her fears will be put to rest after speaking to the cardiologist. My hope is that her senior year will be one filled with great memories, friends, and accomplishments. Love you, Randi!
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