I, like all of you, have been at such a loss for words over the bombings in Boston earlier this week. I just cannot understand HOW, WHY, WHO! It makes no sense to me. And then I think about how some countries deal with these completely senseless bombings DAILY, and my heart hurts more than I can handle. I plan to blog more about this topic in the coming days, but for now I'd like to leave you with a short video. I am a hockey fan...so much so, that on our wedding day, my husband and I wore Buffalo Sabres (our favorite team) jerseys to our wedding reception! Last night was the first Sporting event in Boston since the bombing...and it just so happened to be the Boston Bruins and the Buffalo Sabres. I think either way, I would have watched the game; but, I was not prepared for the emotional bucket of tears I became when I watched the entire arena sing the National Anthem together. For a moment in time, we were all united...one arena, one country, one great big support group for each other. At the end of the game, both teams gave a salute...which I couldn't get a video of this morning, but if you can find it on youtube, please feel free to share it!
Boston Bruins/Buffalo Sabres National Anthem...Boston Strong
Thanks to John Bain for posting.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
One more for Papa
Well Hello there Followers!
I know, it has been so long since I've written. It's been a difficult month or so. My grandfather passed away just before the Easter Triduum, which was extremely difficult. When you hear the word "grandpa", you might picture an old man with super grey hair, wrinkles aplenty, and maybe even wrinkled lips where teeth used to rest. But not my Papa. No, not even close. Up until close to the end, my Papa was lifting weights, investing in the stock market (ya know, just a fun pastime), and working via his home office. He was so robust, in fact, that he and my grandmother decided to build a brand new house to be closer to family, "just in case". My grandmother closed on their new house the day my Papa was admitted into ICU. He never got to see his house.
As I searched for solace in the wake of my grandfather's death; I thought about my Papa's life. He was an extremely religious man, even considered joining the Church before finally (and thankfully) marrying my beautiful grandmother! And even while he gave 100% to his career in the law field, he gave 110% to his family life. He was actively involved in our lives, attending all of our graduations, parties, and life events. Summers were always spent together at "Papa's lake", initially a cottage he and family built, then a new cottage built after the first one burned down, and finally a house on the lake, large enough to fit all 5 children, their children, and even their children too...as long as you don't mind sleeping on a random couch or floor! ;) My Papa LOVED family...and it was so fitting for us all to be together on one of the Holiest of days (Easter) right in the middle of his wakes and funeral service.
I will never forget my Papa and I will never forget all of the love he gave me and my family. He has taught me so much and I am so proud to have known him! My children are so lucky to have known him and loved him so unconditionally, even for just a short time.
I know, it has been so long since I've written. It's been a difficult month or so. My grandfather passed away just before the Easter Triduum, which was extremely difficult. When you hear the word "grandpa", you might picture an old man with super grey hair, wrinkles aplenty, and maybe even wrinkled lips where teeth used to rest. But not my Papa. No, not even close. Up until close to the end, my Papa was lifting weights, investing in the stock market (ya know, just a fun pastime), and working via his home office. He was so robust, in fact, that he and my grandmother decided to build a brand new house to be closer to family, "just in case". My grandmother closed on their new house the day my Papa was admitted into ICU. He never got to see his house.
As I searched for solace in the wake of my grandfather's death; I thought about my Papa's life. He was an extremely religious man, even considered joining the Church before finally (and thankfully) marrying my beautiful grandmother! And even while he gave 100% to his career in the law field, he gave 110% to his family life. He was actively involved in our lives, attending all of our graduations, parties, and life events. Summers were always spent together at "Papa's lake", initially a cottage he and family built, then a new cottage built after the first one burned down, and finally a house on the lake, large enough to fit all 5 children, their children, and even their children too...as long as you don't mind sleeping on a random couch or floor! ;) My Papa LOVED family...and it was so fitting for us all to be together on one of the Holiest of days (Easter) right in the middle of his wakes and funeral service.
I will never forget my Papa and I will never forget all of the love he gave me and my family. He has taught me so much and I am so proud to have known him! My children are so lucky to have known him and loved him so unconditionally, even for just a short time.
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