Monday, February 28, 2011

Well hello, neglected blog.

It's been a crazy couple of weeks, most of which I will blog about later, but for now....

We lost a very wonderful family member, my (great) Uncle Roy. He had been battling with cancer for almost 10 years and it was his time. My father put it best when he said that he is happy for him. He truly was suffering and it was no way to live.

Uncle Roy will always be remembered in my mind as humorous, clumsy, caring, generous man with a knack for telling stories. He loved the Cubs and his comfy chair. His house smelled of tobacco (the sweet, unlit smell), even though he gave up smoking his pipe years ago.  He paled around with my dad often and he loved to show up unannounced. He had a special bond with Bear and loved to feed him table food. He was so loyal and attended every event in my life. He was a proud dad of three, always bragging about his children and grand children. He was a fantastic uncle.

So, Uncle Roy, party with the angels and be pain free...
Christmas 2004 with my Aunt Dorothy.
Christmas 2010.

I was in San Diego when I got this sad news. I got home in time to see each of his kids, my cousins, as they came down to assist my aunt with the necessary process. He wished for no memorial or service so we were left to do our own reminiscing. 

The loss of my uncle was sad, yes, but I know it was his time. His body was tired and with good reason. 
Why it is most sad to me is because it is once again reminding me how incredibly small my family is. Our holiday and birthday meals are getting smaller and smaller, setting fewer and fewer places at meals. That makes me so sad....but also a little scared. I begin to think about my own mortality and of course, my parent's. Still spring chickens, in their late 50's/early 60's, it's just so hard to think of them as "old". Them, or anyone in my family, really.
I'm telling you, a pause button in life would be nice sometimes. 

Rest in peace, Uncle Roy.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

I don't know anything about a groundhog.

Dustin had to explain Groundhog Day to me today. I guess spring is coming early, or some crap like that. Whatever. We live in Florida and it never gets colder than 50 degrees here. I don't care about the groundhog's shadow.

Life has been flying by in it's typical fashion. Lily started preschool this week. Traumatic, I tell you. More for me than for her, I'm sure. Read more about it here on my mama blog, if you'd like.

I am already obsessing about having to go to San Diego in a a couple weeks for work. I love California and I'm excited to have some free time out there to meet up with my dear friend Jessica who just had a (second!) baby boy a few weeks ago, but being away from Lily gives me anxiety. I don't know that I'll ever get used to it.

I cannot wait for flu season to getthefuckoutofourhouse. Someone in this house has been sick for the past few months and its making me neurotic. (Ok, maybe not making me neurotic because that shipped had already sailed, but it isn't helping the cause).

I really want to start blogging more, and I have so much to get out of my head, but I always get a mad case of writer's block when I sit down to let it out.

I have been dreaming about, where else, Costa Rica these past couple of days. I need some serenity and relaxation. Work is making me crazy.

I didn't really intend on this post being so random but it's working out ok.

The question of, "Where do you see yourself in ten years" is interesting to me. Thinking back ten years ago, I could have never have imagined to have this life that I have today. I'm pretty proud of where I am, stress and all. I hope I'm just as proud in my 40's.

Gross. I just realized I'm only 6 years away from 40.

I need to start going to bed earlier. Good night.