In the 4 blessed years we had together I never saw Jesse anything but happy. Even in the face of his diagnosis he kept on smiling, kept encouraging ME to stay strong, and kept laughing. His proudest moment was the day he became a dad. Jesse was a loyal friend, son, brother, father, and husband. Everyone who knew him loved him for how genuine, kind, and gentle he was. It’s funny that he was not a runner until we met, then I got him started and before long he was coaxing me out the door. So now every mile I run, I run for his memory.