Last year was 25 years since my dad died. I miss him all the time. He was 50, and I wasn't done with him yet.
I would like to say that I think he'd enjoy doing Pelotonia with me, but I don't think he'd actually be *with* me - I think he'd be way out ahead of me (even though he'd be in his mid-70's now). (Side note: super jealous of all the father/daughter biking duos I see every year on the Pelotonia route.)
Because he was crazy in love with biking, and because this VIBRANT health nut of a man was stolen from us by a brain tumor, this event in particular has been very meaningful for me. I'm sure it would still be an excellent event as a walk-a-thon, but for me, this is where it's at. And because biking our way to a cure for cancer dovetails so perfectly with my personal experience - and because he was my DAD - my training, my fundraising, and ride weekend, have always been my tribute to my dad and a way to connect with him (as imperfect and insufficient as that connection is).
But the truth is I've lost other important members of my family and a few friends to cancer as well. And I'd REALLY like it if none of us had to go through that again - either with our own diagnosis or as participants with the people we love.
So I'm riding in Pelotonia again so someday other people don't have to lose their really great dads (though if my dad were still around I'd establish The Great Dad-Off Challenge, and while he'd totally win, it would be a contest with no losers).