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May 23, 2019 12:48:48 PM
Emma never met her grandfather. He passed away from pancreatic cancer several years before she was born. When Emma was a toddler our family attended a local fundraiser held to benefit cancer research. Emma made a Christmas ornament and wrote, "I miss you, Grandpa" on the back. Emma is now 16, and I still hang that ornament each holiday season - with a mixture of deep sadness and enormous pride.
Emma's uncles have ridden in the "Big PMC" for years. We live in Sturbridge, where it is difficult not to know the PMC is in town. Emma was very used to getting up in the middle of the night to take one or both uncles to the Sturbridge Host for the start of the ride, and to meet me as I volunteered for a shift or two. Soon, she was eager to participate in our local Kids Ride, which was enjoying its inaugural event in 2012. Emma was a "Heavy Hitter" from the start, and earned "Breakaway Fundraiser" status the first two years it was offered. She still displays her certificates and shows off her backpacks. When she was too old to ride herself, she volunteered to assist us in coordinating the Sturbridge Kids Ride. Last year, Emma was finally old enough to join the teen and adult volunteers at the Big Ride. She was all energy and smiles as she worked in the apparel store at the Host on Friday. This year, she watched her email vigilantly and waited for Alumni Volunteer Registration to open. She was eager to sign up for a spot on the coveted Rider Registration crew, with her mom and friends. She was thrilled to learn she responded to the email in time, and will be at Rider Reg in Sturbridge this August.
For our family, the PMC is family, and PMC Weekend is a holiday. Emma is an amazing young person and she makes us proud every single day - but when I watch her volunteer for a PMC event, the incredible love I have for her simply overflows. I know that my Dad is with us in those moments, and this is one way I can be sure Emma's connection to him is real and meaningful.
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May 22, 2019 12:24:23 PM
For several years I have gone to the opening ceremonies in support of my brother-in-law, Dennis Kirrane (a 10-year rider this year). He started riding in memory of my father, Dick Boryk, who passed from pancreatic cancer in 2007. For a few years he has asked me to join him in riding and in 2017 after watching him finish in Provincetown, he truly inspired me to do this challenge. So in 2018, I registered in January, bought a road bike in March, and started really training. The entire event, from all of the training, to the opening ceremonies, seeing family at the start, riding with Dennis, the RAIN, the people, the volunteers, seeing family again at the finish line, was such a great experience for my family and myself. Now I am COMMITTED and will be riding again this year.Read Blog Post
May 16, 2019 11:21:06 AM
I ride for my friends Fran “Dude” Brennen and Dr. Joe Vita. Both lost their battles 4 years ago. Fran was diagnosed as a child and fought for 50+ years. He was a well-known character around town at Dana and had the ability to put a smile on anyone’s face. I’ll never forget his spirit and optimism even while he was going through chemo. Fran was one of the main reasons I began riding in 1998.
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Aug 15, 2017 12:37:00 PM
What do you do when you get married, buy your first house and doctors tell you that you have six months to live? You start an ice cream company, of course.Read Blog Post
Aug 11, 2017 12:43:00 PMWhy I ride..... Thursday while on my morning training ride I happened to flat on a particularly rough portion of roadway. No worries, I changed the flat and continued on my ride. Unfortunately, a few miles more down the road I flatted yet again. I had used by spare tube, my CO2 and seemed pretty stuck. Since it was early, I was contemplating how long i would have to wait until one of my friends would be awake and willing to come get me. I was ready to send the email and start the 10ish mile walk back to my office in Manchester, NH where I had started. Just as I was about to press send on my text, I heard a sweet voice from a van at the stop sign I was parked. That voice said, "Go PMC". I was wearing one of my PMC jerseys and it caught the attention of Sarah DeLude Muncey while she was on her way to work. I looked inside the van and immediately recognized her red 'Heavy Hitter' windbreaker. Without hesitation, Sarah turned her van around, opened the rear door of her van and drove me back to my starting point. She went at least 20 miles out of her way to help a fellow PMC rider. Sarah's selfless act is yet another reason Why I Ride the PMC.... Thanks Sarah, you are my savior. Read Blog Post