It was daylight savings last night. And i'm sure most of you know where i'm going with this one.
We were at pup and gram's one weekend for day light savings and Dad thought he'd be helpful and change all the clocks. Then Pup made sure he changed all the clocks before bed. Before we knew it we were 2 hours behind everyone else.
I called mom saturday night and asked her if she had changed everything. She got it all except the oven (i assured her that next time Mac was in town he'd take care of it for her... he's the brains in the family).
So Happy Day Light Savings to you and your's...
(and PI DAY IS WEDNESDAY!)
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
How Shall I Send Thee?
I've been talking for a while about starting a blog. I just recently moved to central illinois and said i was going to (what better time, right?). I was going to write about the adventure i was embarking on... but never did. But today on my drive home from work i got inspiration. I was just around the hill in Downs, Illinois (the one hill) and the country western station was playing Johnny Cash "Daddy Sang Bass." Naturally, i cranked it louder and sang along.
Just about a year ago i lost my dad. Think of the features that made a great dad, a great man, a great friend and uncle and coworker and neighbor and brother... dad was all of those things and more. Obviously you know this, since you're reading this blog because you know me. I miss him so much everyday. And i seem to be searching for an answer: why did it have to happen? what the heck was the world thinking? why couldn't we just have one more day/week/year/moment with him? And i just can't seem to find any answer that's good enough for me. It seems as though the world is silent to my questions.
Lately i've noticed, though, the world seems to throw me something on a daily basis (at least) that reminds me of dad. Sometimes i call a sister about it, sometimes i call mom about it, sometimes i just think about it and say out loud "oh buddy."
So i'm blogging about it. I hope to track these things that trigger such memories so i can never stop talking about him and remembering him and passing on his message and the kind of life he lived. Dad tracked his transplant journey through emails to those closest to him. Recently, mom made those into a book for us. I am so grateful to have access to that story for the rest of my life. I will show that book to everyone who will read it to keep his story as alive as i wish he was. He continues to teach me so much (and i always seems to be through music), but what i learned the most was to always be grateful. always.
So here goes. Wish me luck.
What reminded me of Dad today, March 8th, 2012.
Peter, Paul, and Mary 25th anniversary concert is on PBS and (obviously) i'm watching it. When we were growing up, we had the best Christmas tradition. We would all pile in the family mini van christmas eve and head up to Wallace. We would pack the van full of treats and snacks and capri suns and diet caffeine free coke and we'd listen to christmas music and sing along all the way up north. One of my favorite christmas songs was "Children Go Where I Send Thee" by PPM. We would turn this one up WAY loud and belt it out. The best part is the last verse when they sing all the way through and we'd sinnnnnng that last note and dad (who was always driving) would hold his right hand up and make it into a fist right at the end when they went "hmmmmm." Best part.
I feel so blessed to have such amazing Christmas traditions and such a fun family to have them with.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_QA4x2Kieo
So there's my little blurp about Dad today. And thank you PBS for reminding me about it. The world isn't so bad after all. :)
Stay tuned :)
Just about a year ago i lost my dad. Think of the features that made a great dad, a great man, a great friend and uncle and coworker and neighbor and brother... dad was all of those things and more. Obviously you know this, since you're reading this blog because you know me. I miss him so much everyday. And i seem to be searching for an answer: why did it have to happen? what the heck was the world thinking? why couldn't we just have one more day/week/year/moment with him? And i just can't seem to find any answer that's good enough for me. It seems as though the world is silent to my questions.
Lately i've noticed, though, the world seems to throw me something on a daily basis (at least) that reminds me of dad. Sometimes i call a sister about it, sometimes i call mom about it, sometimes i just think about it and say out loud "oh buddy."
So i'm blogging about it. I hope to track these things that trigger such memories so i can never stop talking about him and remembering him and passing on his message and the kind of life he lived. Dad tracked his transplant journey through emails to those closest to him. Recently, mom made those into a book for us. I am so grateful to have access to that story for the rest of my life. I will show that book to everyone who will read it to keep his story as alive as i wish he was. He continues to teach me so much (and i always seems to be through music), but what i learned the most was to always be grateful. always.
So here goes. Wish me luck.
What reminded me of Dad today, March 8th, 2012.
Peter, Paul, and Mary 25th anniversary concert is on PBS and (obviously) i'm watching it. When we were growing up, we had the best Christmas tradition. We would all pile in the family mini van christmas eve and head up to Wallace. We would pack the van full of treats and snacks and capri suns and diet caffeine free coke and we'd listen to christmas music and sing along all the way up north. One of my favorite christmas songs was "Children Go Where I Send Thee" by PPM. We would turn this one up WAY loud and belt it out. The best part is the last verse when they sing all the way through and we'd sinnnnnng that last note and dad (who was always driving) would hold his right hand up and make it into a fist right at the end when they went "hmmmmm." Best part.
I feel so blessed to have such amazing Christmas traditions and such a fun family to have them with.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_QA4x2Kieo
So there's my little blurp about Dad today. And thank you PBS for reminding me about it. The world isn't so bad after all. :)
Stay tuned :)
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