Rough Day

With preparations underway for my first day tomorrow, we all seem to be having a kind of rough day.

The only up side? Today is Dad’s 97th birthday in heaven.There is not a day that goes by where I don’t miss him and wish he was still here.

So, if you can, please send some good karma or prayers up for us because we sure can use them. I really would appreciate it.

And for my Dad? I hope they are playing his Helena Polka for him and mom to dance to in heaven.

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Thanks Dad

When I was in college, my father and I would travel up to State College, Pennsylvania to attend Penn State University football games. My two older brothers were married, and I was the only one home with him, besides Mom.When I was in grade school, I qualified for free Philadelphia Phillies tickets because of good grades so we would always go together.It seemed that I went to more sporting events with my Dad than my brothers did!

Last night, Penn State played the University of Wisconsin for the Big 10 football championship.It was funny, because my oldest nephew attended the University of Wisconsin and my brother and their family live out there.My brother in the city graduated from Penn State in 1972.Dad would root for everyone, and truth be told, I know he always liked Notre Dame, but he leaned a lot toward Penn State. When I got in last night, I went to my clothes closet and pulled out a 20-year-old ratty, torn flannel shirt that was my Dad’s.I wore it all during the game last night.I actually felt like Dad was here with me.

One of the favorite bumper stickers I have ever seen regarding Penn State football was,” If God isn’t a Penn State fan, then why is the sky blue and white?”

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Thanks, Dad.

Dad’s Birthday

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My Dad would have been 96 today, or I was thinking that he is gone 21 years from me.Technically, in one of the lighter moments I had today,I thought he wouldn’t get carded in heaven today as he would get a draft of Pabst Blue Ribbon.Then my mind went back to my matter at hand, Zush.I bartered with everyone in heaven so my girl would hang in there.

We finally worked on a chicken broth and pedialyte mixture with a little bit of ground beef done in a non-stick pan chaser.
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It warmed my heart to see her actually have an appetite.Now, for the rest of the night, it’ll be a long one. I have to make sure everything is ok.It is really funny, how I wasn’t able to start work on time because of illness.They say God does everything for a reason.Obviously, I am meant to be here with my girls.

Zush and I want to thank everyone for their prayers and good wishes.Those who knew us in our prior life know Zush is the best, and I appreciate your never-ending love and fondness for Zusher.Those who only know of her through either me or the blog, well, thanks. It helps lighten my heart.

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Eighteen years ago, I lost my Dad.

Usually, on this post, I would write something about his passing but in reflection, I want to write about something that I shared with Dad.

We went together to work for a number of years via public transportation.

I never was squeamish about walking to the bus or sitting on the bus and talking to my Dad while going to work. I am sorry to say that it was something at the time that I guess, I took for granted.In hindsight, it was a glorious time.We would talk about a lot of things, and Dad would give me a lot of his advice.I remember when I had someone steal my wallet out of my desk, and I was able to walk a few blocks over to where my Dad worked. It was a comfort to be able to commiserate with Dad over the theft, get a token to get home with, and know tomorrow would be another day.

As I usually would say about missing Dad, some things will never change.I am thankful of the memories that we shared through the later part of his working career.What a blessing it was, in hindsight, to have the time with him. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.

I miss you terribly Dad but will love you forever.

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Hard time of the year.

As much as I love October, there are some strong memories tied into the month that are now under the realm of being bittersweet.

My oldest brother turned 68 this past Sunday.My brother in the city turns 65 this Saturday, and my Dad would have been 95 on the next day.

The thought brings a lump in my throat, as things can never be as they once were. My Mom would be in the kitchen,making her 1-2-3-4 cake, We all gathered around the dining room table and sang in Polish and English Happy Birthday. We would have pumpkins in the house and mums all through the house.

Good times.

All I can do now is pray for Daddy in heaven on his birthday and send cards to my brothers,

And finally I wrap up in my heart the memories of those good times, and how blessed I was to be there for them.

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Tech

We visited our friend, Max and his Mom, Norina, last night.

They lost their Dad/husband Mario, and we used to see him when he was in rehab, and took some video of him. As they really didn’t take anything like that when they were taking care of him, we let them know we had it. They came over this morning to see it and, now, we are saving video to the flash drive.

It is awesome how far technology has come. I am happy to do this for Max and his Mom , but it is bittersweet. Jim and I miss Poppa Mario: he was a character. I think we also wish we were able to have our Dads via technology. 

We miss them both. Below is a picture of my Mom and Dad.

  

Seventeen

I was one of those fortunate girls.

I loved my Dad and he loved me. Don’t get me wrong- he loved all of us, but Dad and I were buddies. My brothers weren’t really into actively following sports, so he was happy when he found a willing disciple in me. We spent a lot of good times together. At the bottom of this blog post, I have a picture of Dad in the car when we were at Penn State for a game.

It’s seventeen years ago today that I lost my Dad. I remember,in many of our talks, how he would tell me about life after he would be gone. I believed him and always kept it in my head. You only have one Dad and no amount of time can replace the hole left behind in your heart when he leaves.He didn’t tell me that, but it’s what I learned.

Miss you terribly,Dad, and will love you forever. Kiss Mom for me.