If you were lucky, you may have even caught a glimpse of it during this past weekend's a-ma-zing volleyball matchups.
So, how did hard-hitting Hannah come to know Addie?
Sadly, the two never met.
But Addie and I had the opportunity to go to a Husker volleyball game last November and she was drawn to Hannah. Maybe it was her ability to lay it down on the court. Maybe it was the passion she showed for the game. Maybe it was the fact that she wore glasses. Whatever it was, Hannah made an impression on her.
|Addie and I at the NU/Michigan State game last year. The best part for her? Seeing Hannah Werth play. |
The best part for me? The fact that she said, "Thanks, mom" when I tucked her in that night.
So much that Addie included the following on her bucket list, which, by the way, was penned long before this awful thing called cancer invaded our lives:
Get an autograph from Hannah Werth. This ranked right up there with petting a zebra and a monkey, traveling to Antarctica, being a contestant on Wipeout, rafting with Boppo, and volunteering at the Humane Society.
Well, we know someone who knows someone who knows someone with connections in the UNL athletic department and we were able to share Addie's request when she was still in the hospital and hope was still alive. As you know, time was not on our side and by the time Hannah heard about Addie's wish, she was gone.
But Hannah still signed that volleyball and included a little message as well.
We figured that would be it.
Well, someone who knows someone who knows someone with connections in the UNL athletic department let us know that wasn't it. Not by a long shot.
And when I saw the wrist tape on TV the other night, well, that meant an awful lot.
So maybe Addie was attracted by Hannah's talent, her energy, her glasses. Or maybe it was her heart.