I first learned about dementia in 2014 while volunteering at the Alzheimer’s Association walk in San Jose, CA. I never imagined that a decade later, my dad would be diagnosed with dementia and that we’d lose him not long after. Last year, my gong gong, who played a huge role in my childhood, was also diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.

I’ve seen the heartbreaking effects of dementia up close--first with my dad, and now with my grandpa. Watching them slowly lose control of their bodies and slip away from the people they once were has been one of the hardest experiences of my life. They call dementia the “family disease” for a reason. It didn’t just affect my dad, it reshaped our lives. My mom became his full-time caregiver, and as their only child, I did everything I could to support them both--financially and emotionally.

My dad often talked about wanting to visit England. Running through the city he always hoped to see, while raising funds to fight the disease that kept him from doing so, feels incredibly meaningful.

Through it all, I’ve developed a deep gratitude for my own health, my body, and my ability to move. That’s why I started running and why I’m honored to be running with Alzheimer’s Society in London next April. Every step I take will be for him, for my grandpa, for every person living with this devastating disease and for the hope that one day, we’ll find a cure.

Thank you so much for supporting me and this cause.