MEMORY -
The sense of smell is an interesting thing. It can bring you back to a place in your past instantly. Every holiday season, Uncle Pete's house would smell of Pine. He would burn the incense as part of his daily ritual in December. As a child I thought that Santa's cologne must have smelled just like Uncle Pete's house.
It was important to Pete to have all of his senses satisfied during the holidays. He would relish in the luxury of comfy pajamas. Savor the taste of a hot chestnut. Fill his ears with Christmas carols while enjoying the strong yet pleasant smell of pine. Everybody has their way of capturing the spirit of Christmas. Pete had his and over time, it became ours.
APPLICATION -
As our family circled around the kitchen table to write out our Christmas lists, I noticed a familiar aroma entering the room. It was Pete's pine scented incense! Mom found it and decided it was the perfect night to light it up. Instantly, I was taken back to Pete's house. A haven of sensory experiences never to be forgotten. I walked over to the little log cabin which dispersed the fragrance. A handmade ornament that mom had made years ago was laying around the chimney. It was a picture of Uncle Pete holding me as a toddler during the holidays when we lived in Chicago. His face is of pure bliss. The special ornament will find it's new home tomorrow when we begin decorating.
REFLECTION -
Although Pete was no longer sitting at our table, his love of the holidays was filling the air that surrounded us. He found a way to be with us this evening, undoubtedly present in our circle. Present tonight, and many more nights to come.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Cabinet Chaos - Day 63 of 365
MEMORY -
Like us all, Pete had his days. He would come home from work, pull the ingredients out from the pantry and begin cooking dinner. When Pete was having a bad day, he'd take out his aggravation on the kitchen cabinets. We always knew when something was bugging him, we'd hear each cabinet slam as he would mumble bad words under his breath trying to find the lid to a pot. If he was preparing a new recipe, he would take the meal off the stove, throw it on the table and say " I don't know what it is, but here it is. If you don't like it, we can go to Mc Donalds" He'd sit in his chair and chew his food ever so silently. We all would quietly laugh to ourselves, as this display of anger was actually pretty funny.
APPLICATION -
Like us all, I was having that day! Everything I seem to touch would either fall apart or go wrong. I was preparing a new recipe ..... maybe it wasn't the best time to cook something foreign to my cookbook. I found myself pulling "a Pete". Cabinets were slamming, words were being mumbled and my patience was thinning. I served Erik, threw it on the table and quoted Peter. It was all I could to to keep from breaking a dish on the floor. I was soooooo aggrivated with EVERYTHING! After dinner, I decided to spend the rest of the evening sitting on the couch and taking it easy. Pete's kitchen drama memories calmed my nerves and eased my mind.
REFLECTION -
My dish (Greek Casserole) turned out amazing! It must have been the spice I was mumbling under my breath while slamming the cabinets!
Like us all, Pete had his days. He would come home from work, pull the ingredients out from the pantry and begin cooking dinner. When Pete was having a bad day, he'd take out his aggravation on the kitchen cabinets. We always knew when something was bugging him, we'd hear each cabinet slam as he would mumble bad words under his breath trying to find the lid to a pot. If he was preparing a new recipe, he would take the meal off the stove, throw it on the table and say " I don't know what it is, but here it is. If you don't like it, we can go to Mc Donalds" He'd sit in his chair and chew his food ever so silently. We all would quietly laugh to ourselves, as this display of anger was actually pretty funny.
APPLICATION -
Like us all, I was having that day! Everything I seem to touch would either fall apart or go wrong. I was preparing a new recipe ..... maybe it wasn't the best time to cook something foreign to my cookbook. I found myself pulling "a Pete". Cabinets were slamming, words were being mumbled and my patience was thinning. I served Erik, threw it on the table and quoted Peter. It was all I could to to keep from breaking a dish on the floor. I was soooooo aggrivated with EVERYTHING! After dinner, I decided to spend the rest of the evening sitting on the couch and taking it easy. Pete's kitchen drama memories calmed my nerves and eased my mind.
REFLECTION -
My dish (Greek Casserole) turned out amazing! It must have been the spice I was mumbling under my breath while slamming the cabinets!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Gift Of Love - Day 62 of 365
MEMORY -
Our family Christmas Tree. The carrier of MANY holiday memories. As a child, I would lie underneath it, look through the branches and allow my mind to wander as lights and sparkle filled my sight. Each bulb would flicker, as if they were trying to tell me something. The garland would lie relaxed upon each branch while the ornaments would hang with honor. The handmade ornaments came to life as the pictures from the past slowly rotated with ease. I had my own little world nestled under that tree. While admiring my universe of color, Pete would yell from the living room " I think there are some special packages that say "To Jenny, Love Uncle Pete" Still laying on my back, I would tilt my head side to side searching for his packages. I would find one, blow the fake snow off the top and hug it close to my body never wanting that moment of joy to end.
APPLICATION -
Looking up at Mom and Dad's gigantic 13 foot tree, I admired all of Mom's hard work. The tree looked amazing. I momentarily brought myself back to the child that got lost in the beauty so long ago. I started pointing out my favorite ornaments, when mom pointed one out that held a picture of Pete. I now have a new favorite!
REFLECTION -
Witnessing Pete's passing taught me so much about the gift of love ..... a gift so grand, it can't come wrapped in pretty paper. It was unwrapped one emotion at a time. Second by second, Pete allowed us to see all that he was. That in itself, is a gift I will never have to search side to side for. It will always be right in front of me.
Our family Christmas Tree. The carrier of MANY holiday memories. As a child, I would lie underneath it, look through the branches and allow my mind to wander as lights and sparkle filled my sight. Each bulb would flicker, as if they were trying to tell me something. The garland would lie relaxed upon each branch while the ornaments would hang with honor. The handmade ornaments came to life as the pictures from the past slowly rotated with ease. I had my own little world nestled under that tree. While admiring my universe of color, Pete would yell from the living room " I think there are some special packages that say "To Jenny, Love Uncle Pete" Still laying on my back, I would tilt my head side to side searching for his packages. I would find one, blow the fake snow off the top and hug it close to my body never wanting that moment of joy to end.
APPLICATION -
Looking up at Mom and Dad's gigantic 13 foot tree, I admired all of Mom's hard work. The tree looked amazing. I momentarily brought myself back to the child that got lost in the beauty so long ago. I started pointing out my favorite ornaments, when mom pointed one out that held a picture of Pete. I now have a new favorite!
REFLECTION -
Witnessing Pete's passing taught me so much about the gift of love ..... a gift so grand, it can't come wrapped in pretty paper. It was unwrapped one emotion at a time. Second by second, Pete allowed us to see all that he was. That in itself, is a gift I will never have to search side to side for. It will always be right in front of me.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
"Where's My Dinkle Darlin?" - Day 61 of 365
MEMORY -
I would spend EVERY Thanksgiving home with the family. That was until I began to travel to California to dance in the US OPEN. It was both an amazing and enlightening weekend being surrounded by such talent. As much as I found my love on the dance floor during Thanksgiving weekend, my spirit was extremely homesick. Last year, when Pete passed, I decided to stay home with family instead of going to the Open. This year, I also stayed home.
I remember speaking briefly with my family from the event hotel telling them how much I miss them, the food, the laughs and the pre-christmas decorating. I would talk to each member individually, until I felt like I was somewhat a part of their Thanksgiving festivities. Pete would come on the phone with a saddened voice. You know, the voice you hear when someone loses their dog. He would ask "Where's my Dinkle Darlin?" (The nickname "Dinkle Darlin" was given to me by Pete when I was a child) Not sure why, but it followed me into my adult years. Even though Peter knew where I was year after year, it was an indirect way of saying "What is so important that you have to miss Thanksgiving with your family? We miss you"
APPLICATION -
Tonight is the night that I would normally be at the US OPEN. Instead, I sit from my living room, in the comfort of my own home watching a live feed of tonight's competitions. It's hard to watch it tonight. Not because I miss being out of the floor, but for another reason. I'm finally home for a holiday weekend.... and Pete isn't here.
REFLECTION -
I believe holidays are moments in our lives when time stands still. Time that is filled with pureness. Pure love, pure joy, pure celebration. The working world doesn't give us many opportunities to do what we want, when we want. Holidays give us the "excuse" we need to be with the ones we love. Pretty sad we need an excuse to allow time to enjoy our loved ones huh? Holidays allow us to trade in the division meetings for family gatherings. Replace the name badge with an apron and substitute our desk for our living room.
As much as I love the US OPEN, it's sad to me that they need to hold it during a family oriented time of year. I had put my dancing ahead of my family 3 years in a row. If I could reverse the past and NOT have to hear Uncle Pete ask the question " Where's my Dinkle Darlin?" ....... I would.
I would spend EVERY Thanksgiving home with the family. That was until I began to travel to California to dance in the US OPEN. It was both an amazing and enlightening weekend being surrounded by such talent. As much as I found my love on the dance floor during Thanksgiving weekend, my spirit was extremely homesick. Last year, when Pete passed, I decided to stay home with family instead of going to the Open. This year, I also stayed home.
I remember speaking briefly with my family from the event hotel telling them how much I miss them, the food, the laughs and the pre-christmas decorating. I would talk to each member individually, until I felt like I was somewhat a part of their Thanksgiving festivities. Pete would come on the phone with a saddened voice. You know, the voice you hear when someone loses their dog. He would ask "Where's my Dinkle Darlin?" (The nickname "Dinkle Darlin" was given to me by Pete when I was a child) Not sure why, but it followed me into my adult years. Even though Peter knew where I was year after year, it was an indirect way of saying "What is so important that you have to miss Thanksgiving with your family? We miss you"
APPLICATION -
Tonight is the night that I would normally be at the US OPEN. Instead, I sit from my living room, in the comfort of my own home watching a live feed of tonight's competitions. It's hard to watch it tonight. Not because I miss being out of the floor, but for another reason. I'm finally home for a holiday weekend.... and Pete isn't here.
REFLECTION -
I believe holidays are moments in our lives when time stands still. Time that is filled with pureness. Pure love, pure joy, pure celebration. The working world doesn't give us many opportunities to do what we want, when we want. Holidays give us the "excuse" we need to be with the ones we love. Pretty sad we need an excuse to allow time to enjoy our loved ones huh? Holidays allow us to trade in the division meetings for family gatherings. Replace the name badge with an apron and substitute our desk for our living room.
As much as I love the US OPEN, it's sad to me that they need to hold it during a family oriented time of year. I had put my dancing ahead of my family 3 years in a row. If I could reverse the past and NOT have to hear Uncle Pete ask the question " Where's my Dinkle Darlin?" ....... I would.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Over The Top - Day 60 of 365
MEMORY -
Things he did were .... I guess you could say a little over the top. Dinners, gifts, holidays ..... they were all OVER THE TOP!
APPLICATION -
After watching a 3D viewing of "Tangled"a group of us girls decided to head back home. Leaving the theater, we saw a light rain begin to fall outside. Mom popped open Pete's umbrella. It wasn't just a normal umbrella. This one was HUGE! All 3 girls were able to stay dry and seek shelter from the rain. Thanks to Pete's "over the top" frame of mind, we all kept dry, chatting and giggling our way back to the parking lot.
REFLECTION -
GO BIG OR GO HOME!!!!!
Things he did were .... I guess you could say a little over the top. Dinners, gifts, holidays ..... they were all OVER THE TOP!
APPLICATION -
After watching a 3D viewing of "Tangled"a group of us girls decided to head back home. Leaving the theater, we saw a light rain begin to fall outside. Mom popped open Pete's umbrella. It wasn't just a normal umbrella. This one was HUGE! All 3 girls were able to stay dry and seek shelter from the rain. Thanks to Pete's "over the top" frame of mind, we all kept dry, chatting and giggling our way back to the parking lot.
REFLECTION -
GO BIG OR GO HOME!!!!!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
A Day Of Thanks - Day 59 of 365
MEMORY -
Each Thanksgiving, Pete made certain dishes. My favorite were his buttery mashed potatoes. He made them every year, mashing his way to fluffy perfection.
APPLICATION -
This afternoon, our family sat around a beautifully decorated table to give thanks. Mom created a fall setting fit for a pilgrim. We had friends from out of town, food that went on for miles and love that could be felt for days. Each dish was passed with anticipation from one person to another. We said a prayer and quickly dug in. The food (like always) was amazing. Mom had conquered yet another successful Thanksgiving Day feast. When we were done, we each got up and helped out by clearing the table. I took stance in front of the kitchen sink preparing to do dishes. As I was washing food away from the plates, I noticed lumps of mashed potato slide into the drain. I began to remember Pete's mashed potatoes. I remembered how much he loved Thanksgiving and how much he loved his family. I also began to remember how much I missed him. Putting the last dish into the dishwasher, I caught sight of his urn. Feeling his spirit as often as I do, it amazes me he is physically gone. It's the feeling of loss and gain all mixed into one crazy emotion.
REFLECTION -
It's within the feelings of LOSS that I remember who Pete WAS and in the moments of GAIN I remember who Pete IS. For this, I am thankful.
Each Thanksgiving, Pete made certain dishes. My favorite were his buttery mashed potatoes. He made them every year, mashing his way to fluffy perfection.
APPLICATION -
This afternoon, our family sat around a beautifully decorated table to give thanks. Mom created a fall setting fit for a pilgrim. We had friends from out of town, food that went on for miles and love that could be felt for days. Each dish was passed with anticipation from one person to another. We said a prayer and quickly dug in. The food (like always) was amazing. Mom had conquered yet another successful Thanksgiving Day feast. When we were done, we each got up and helped out by clearing the table. I took stance in front of the kitchen sink preparing to do dishes. As I was washing food away from the plates, I noticed lumps of mashed potato slide into the drain. I began to remember Pete's mashed potatoes. I remembered how much he loved Thanksgiving and how much he loved his family. I also began to remember how much I missed him. Putting the last dish into the dishwasher, I caught sight of his urn. Feeling his spirit as often as I do, it amazes me he is physically gone. It's the feeling of loss and gain all mixed into one crazy emotion.
REFLECTION -
It's within the feelings of LOSS that I remember who Pete WAS and in the moments of GAIN I remember who Pete IS. For this, I am thankful.
I Opened My Heart, and There He Was - Day 58 of 365
Catching up on sleep and blogging! This is my last post to catch up on. Day 58 for November 24th
MEMORY -
Pete's spirit seemed to radiate through his veins and shine through his eyes. His presence was one you didn't have to see, you just felt. It was warm, loving and full of life.
APPLICATION -
As the plane took off, I gazed out into the sky's openness and felt connected. Connected to all that is free and all that is alive. For the first time in the sky, I felt my spirit take flight beyond the confined space of my body. It lasted just a matter of moments. Enough time for me to know that Pete's spirit was flying along side mine.
REFLECTION -
I felt his presence the same as when he was here on earth. I had no need to think, no need to open my eyes. I opened my heart, and there he was.
MEMORY -
Pete's spirit seemed to radiate through his veins and shine through his eyes. His presence was one you didn't have to see, you just felt. It was warm, loving and full of life.
APPLICATION -
As the plane took off, I gazed out into the sky's openness and felt connected. Connected to all that is free and all that is alive. For the first time in the sky, I felt my spirit take flight beyond the confined space of my body. It lasted just a matter of moments. Enough time for me to know that Pete's spirit was flying along side mine.
REFLECTION -
I felt his presence the same as when he was here on earth. I had no need to think, no need to open my eyes. I opened my heart, and there he was.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
A White Russian, Forever "Our" Drink - Day 57 of 365
Again, I got into the room past midnight! Vegas sure has us out late! Here is the post For Tuesday November 23rd.
MEMORY -
White Russians. It was "our" drink, only drank when in each other's company. We savored the creamy sweetness while exchanging simple observations about the current moment of bliss that we both so enjoyed.
APPLICATION -
Occupied by flashing lights and exciting sounds, I ignored the cocktail waitress. She shouted again " COCKTAILS"! I peeled my eyes away from the spinning images and said "A White Russian Please".
She promptly came back with my order. Continuing to play on a lucky streak, I took a quick sip of my drink. It's amazing how taste can trigger memory. I was instantly pulled back to a place with Pete.
REFLECTION -
I realized today, I hadn't had a White Russian since Pete and I were together. I have to admit, it felt a little odd to be drinking "our" drink alone. With all that said, it will never change the fact that White Russians will forever be "our" drink and have a special meaning. As for future White Russian drink orders, I'll order for two and drink both in memory of the good times we had, just Pete and his Jenny.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Bigger Isn't Always Better - Day 56 of 365
MEMORY -
During our family trip to Vegas a few years back, we discovered the casino buffet's. Pete treated us all to the most expensive at the top of the review list. The crab legs rocked as well as the desserts. We were all impressed and never knew a buffet could be of such high quality. Thanks to Pete's recommendation, we all enjoyed the most delicious buffet EVER!!!!
APPLICATION -
Tonight, Erik and I were suppose to eat like kings ........ unfortunately, we chose the wrong buffet! Wanting to try something different, we went for quantity vs quality. Erik and I sat with stunned faces empty tummys. Nothing appealed to us. The food was cold and hardly fresh. Pete definitely set the standards for Las Vegas Buffet's! A mile long buffet with just a few green lights only leads to a dead end of disappointment.
REFLECTION -
You don't need to sit in front of a slot machine to lose money! Try the buffet at Monte Carlo!
During our family trip to Vegas a few years back, we discovered the casino buffet's. Pete treated us all to the most expensive at the top of the review list. The crab legs rocked as well as the desserts. We were all impressed and never knew a buffet could be of such high quality. Thanks to Pete's recommendation, we all enjoyed the most delicious buffet EVER!!!!
APPLICATION -
Tonight, Erik and I were suppose to eat like kings ........ unfortunately, we chose the wrong buffet! Wanting to try something different, we went for quantity vs quality. Erik and I sat with stunned faces empty tummys. Nothing appealed to us. The food was cold and hardly fresh. Pete definitely set the standards for Las Vegas Buffet's! A mile long buffet with just a few green lights only leads to a dead end of disappointment.
REFLECTION -
You don't need to sit in front of a slot machine to lose money! Try the buffet at Monte Carlo!
Sanrio Stop - Day 55 of 365
Again, I didn't make it before midnight last night. This post is for Sunday November 21. Enjoy!
MEMORY -
On our many shopping trips to the mall, Uncle Pete would be sure to stop at the Sanrio Gift Shop. It was my favorite store to visit! The tiny scented erasers, the interactive pencil boxes, adorable stationary and hello kitty accessories were a little girls delight. On rare occasion, if I didn't want to go, Pete would question "No Sanrio for you? No Hello Kitty?" I'de stand there in thought pondering the words that came out of his mouth. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the store. Even if it was just a pack of bubble gum, Pete made it HIS mall tradition to stop and get me a Sanrio gift every trip we made.
APPLICATION -
Walking the streets of Las Vegas, I caught sight of a door sign that stated "JENNY" in a whimsical font. It was two toned pink and had Hello Kitty's character at the bottom right hand corner. Pete was one of the few people to call me Jenny ...... I felt as if the sign was made just for me!
REFLECTION -
You never know when life will present you with gems from your youth. Your inner child never fades away, nor should it have too. Keep those memories alive. Take a moment, relive and reflect. Your inner child will Thank You!!!!
MEMORY -
On our many shopping trips to the mall, Uncle Pete would be sure to stop at the Sanrio Gift Shop. It was my favorite store to visit! The tiny scented erasers, the interactive pencil boxes, adorable stationary and hello kitty accessories were a little girls delight. On rare occasion, if I didn't want to go, Pete would question "No Sanrio for you? No Hello Kitty?" I'de stand there in thought pondering the words that came out of his mouth. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the store. Even if it was just a pack of bubble gum, Pete made it HIS mall tradition to stop and get me a Sanrio gift every trip we made.
APPLICATION -
Walking the streets of Las Vegas, I caught sight of a door sign that stated "JENNY" in a whimsical font. It was two toned pink and had Hello Kitty's character at the bottom right hand corner. Pete was one of the few people to call me Jenny ...... I felt as if the sign was made just for me!
REFLECTION -
You never know when life will present you with gems from your youth. Your inner child never fades away, nor should it have too. Keep those memories alive. Take a moment, relive and reflect. Your inner child will Thank You!!!!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Pete Loves Raymond - Day 54 of 365
This blog is for Saturday, November 20th. I got into the room past midnight and was unable to post it in time. Enjoy!
MEMORY -
"Everybody Loves Raymond" was a show that the DeLuca's would watch weekly, on the air or off. Over the years, the multi-colored DVD's found their way into our home and onto our T.V. Dad and Pete related well to the show about two brothers growing up in a "everybody knows all" Italian home. One, was the oldest and single (Robert/Uncle Pete) and the other being the youngest and married (Ray/Dad). The mother in the show (Marie) was almost identical to their mother "Jackie" in looks and personality. Mom always related with Deborah, raising a family around her husband's and the Father in the show had the same name as Pete and Tony's Dad, Frank.
Pete loved all the characters, as he would mention the good writing behind them all.
APPLICATION -
This evening in little Las Vegas, I sat in a intimate theater, full of anticipation. I had been waiting months for this moment, and it was finally here! The opportunity to see Ray Romano perform LIVE!!! He performed next too his good friend, Kevin James (known for his character "Doug" on King Of Queens, the other show our family loved) They both had Erik and I in tears with their funny reflections about life. I didn't want the surreal moment to end. Two of my Uncle's favorite comedians together in one room, joking about family, kids, sex and Vegas. As distant as I was from the stage, I felt closeness in Ray's humor. As he spoke about his off screen life, it didn't seem much different from his on screen one. As Ray concluded his last joke and walked off the stage, I felt a heavy weighted emotion fall upon me and had Peter on my mind the rest of the evening.
REFLECTION -
MEMORY -
"Everybody Loves Raymond" was a show that the DeLuca's would watch weekly, on the air or off. Over the years, the multi-colored DVD's found their way into our home and onto our T.V. Dad and Pete related well to the show about two brothers growing up in a "everybody knows all" Italian home. One, was the oldest and single (Robert/Uncle Pete) and the other being the youngest and married (Ray/Dad). The mother in the show (Marie) was almost identical to their mother "Jackie" in looks and personality. Mom always related with Deborah, raising a family around her husband's and the Father in the show had the same name as Pete and Tony's Dad, Frank.
Pete loved all the characters, as he would mention the good writing behind them all.
APPLICATION -
This evening in little Las Vegas, I sat in a intimate theater, full of anticipation. I had been waiting months for this moment, and it was finally here! The opportunity to see Ray Romano perform LIVE!!! He performed next too his good friend, Kevin James (known for his character "Doug" on King Of Queens, the other show our family loved) They both had Erik and I in tears with their funny reflections about life. I didn't want the surreal moment to end. Two of my Uncle's favorite comedians together in one room, joking about family, kids, sex and Vegas. As distant as I was from the stage, I felt closeness in Ray's humor. As he spoke about his off screen life, it didn't seem much different from his on screen one. As Ray concluded his last joke and walked off the stage, I felt a heavy weighted emotion fall upon me and had Peter on my mind the rest of the evening.
REFLECTION -
As I was saddened that Pete never had the opportunity to see Ray perform live, I was comforted to know he's in a place where a comedy hour isn't needed to brighten his spirit.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Shirt Humor - 53 of 365
MEMORY -
I decided to give Pete a good laugh one Christmas. I bought him the shirt that says "The Man" with an arrow pointing up and "The Legend" with an arrow pointing down. He wore it when he needed to brighten his day.
APPLICATION -
While wondering the streets of Las Vegas, a shirt stand hung Pete's shirt "The Man, The Legend" I laughed to myself as I passed by and remembered the laughter it brought to those around him.
REFLECTION -
The funny things in life always seem to be on bumper stickers or T-shirts!
I decided to give Pete a good laugh one Christmas. I bought him the shirt that says "The Man" with an arrow pointing up and "The Legend" with an arrow pointing down. He wore it when he needed to brighten his day.
APPLICATION -
While wondering the streets of Las Vegas, a shirt stand hung Pete's shirt "The Man, The Legend" I laughed to myself as I passed by and remembered the laughter it brought to those around him.
REFLECTION -
The funny things in life always seem to be on bumper stickers or T-shirts!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Walnut Room Receipt - Day 52 365
MEMORY -
When we lived in Chicago, Mom, Dad and Peter would take me to Marshall Fields and shop for the holidays. It was a tradition for us to go eat at the Walnut Room and leave with a bag full of Frango Mints. They would reminisce about the mints and Walnut Room for years after we made our final move to Florida. Just a few of the many things they missed about Chicago.
June 21, 2008, the family was on a "Blast From the Past" vacation to Chicago. Pete was quite upset that Macys took over Marshall Fields, but was relieved that they kept the tradition of the Walnut Room and Frango Mints. The walk thru the mall worked up an appetite, so we decided to stop at the Walnut Room to grab a lite snack. They sat us at a large wooden table and immediately took our orders. We each ordered a coffee and tried their Frango Pie. The coffee complimented the pie very well, I remember that clearly. The waitress (Frances) had been there since the original opening of Marshall Fields. We enjoyed our goodies while Pete weighed out the pros and cons with Frances about the change in ownership and new management of the mall.
Pete, I remember, had a difficult time dealing with the switch. With corporate change, comes new management and new "energy". Macy's was not nearly as warm and friendly as Marshall Fields and it really bothered him. Change is hard, but easier when somethings from the past are left behind. By sitting in the Walnut Room and eating Frango Mints, Pete was able to momentarily enjoy a time from the past within the present moment.
APPLICATION -
While looking through Uncle Peter's camera bag, I came across the receipt from June 21, 2008 at the Walnut Room! I am surprised Pete even gave his money to Macys! He must have really loved those damn mints!
REFLECTION -
The older we get, the harder it is to watch change occur. While everything about us grows older, we do all we can to preserve the memories of a youthful past. We store those memories in such a personal place, that when they change ...... well ..... we take it personally! As much as Pete verbalized his disappointment, I can tell he was thrilled that Macys kept some originality to the building. So thrilled, he picked up our tab and bought us 31 dollars of edible memories, that will never be forgotten.
When we lived in Chicago, Mom, Dad and Peter would take me to Marshall Fields and shop for the holidays. It was a tradition for us to go eat at the Walnut Room and leave with a bag full of Frango Mints. They would reminisce about the mints and Walnut Room for years after we made our final move to Florida. Just a few of the many things they missed about Chicago.
June 21, 2008, the family was on a "Blast From the Past" vacation to Chicago. Pete was quite upset that Macys took over Marshall Fields, but was relieved that they kept the tradition of the Walnut Room and Frango Mints. The walk thru the mall worked up an appetite, so we decided to stop at the Walnut Room to grab a lite snack. They sat us at a large wooden table and immediately took our orders. We each ordered a coffee and tried their Frango Pie. The coffee complimented the pie very well, I remember that clearly. The waitress (Frances) had been there since the original opening of Marshall Fields. We enjoyed our goodies while Pete weighed out the pros and cons with Frances about the change in ownership and new management of the mall.
Pete, I remember, had a difficult time dealing with the switch. With corporate change, comes new management and new "energy". Macy's was not nearly as warm and friendly as Marshall Fields and it really bothered him. Change is hard, but easier when somethings from the past are left behind. By sitting in the Walnut Room and eating Frango Mints, Pete was able to momentarily enjoy a time from the past within the present moment.
APPLICATION -
While looking through Uncle Peter's camera bag, I came across the receipt from June 21, 2008 at the Walnut Room! I am surprised Pete even gave his money to Macys! He must have really loved those damn mints!
REFLECTION -
The older we get, the harder it is to watch change occur. While everything about us grows older, we do all we can to preserve the memories of a youthful past. We store those memories in such a personal place, that when they change ...... well ..... we take it personally! As much as Pete verbalized his disappointment, I can tell he was thrilled that Macys kept some originality to the building. So thrilled, he picked up our tab and bought us 31 dollars of edible memories, that will never be forgotten.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Proud Uncle, Happy Niece - Day 51 of 365
MEMORY -
Pete showed a particular interest in my love for scrap booking. He would feed my addiction by gifting me scrapbook supplies. Many times, he would want to see the finished product in which his supplies were used. Always in awe, he seemed amazed with my artistic skill. I loved to impress Pete. A proud uncle made for a happy niece.
APPLICATION -
This afternoon, while sitting in a flurry of glitter working on a blessing bouquet project , I took notice to a few scrapbook supplies Pete had bought me a few years back. I sat and wondered what Pete would have thought of my latest paper creations.
REFLECTION -
I find that it's in times like these, Pete being gone ........ it really hurts. I miss him the most when I want to share something new in my life, things begin to change or when new things are added. Most of all, I miss hearing him tell me how proud he was. Even if it was "just because" ...... Pete telling me he was proud, illuminated a feeling in me that I will never forget.
Pete showed a particular interest in my love for scrap booking. He would feed my addiction by gifting me scrapbook supplies. Many times, he would want to see the finished product in which his supplies were used. Always in awe, he seemed amazed with my artistic skill. I loved to impress Pete. A proud uncle made for a happy niece.
APPLICATION -
This afternoon, while sitting in a flurry of glitter working on a blessing bouquet project , I took notice to a few scrapbook supplies Pete had bought me a few years back. I sat and wondered what Pete would have thought of my latest paper creations.
REFLECTION -
I find that it's in times like these, Pete being gone ........ it really hurts. I miss him the most when I want to share something new in my life, things begin to change or when new things are added. Most of all, I miss hearing him tell me how proud he was. Even if it was "just because" ...... Pete telling me he was proud, illuminated a feeling in me that I will never forget.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Party In Your Mouth - Day 50 of 365
MEMORY -
Every Sunday evening came with a homemade spaghetti dinner. Pete would make an amazing Italian salad to accompany his main course. It was my favorite! I always made sure to get seconds and thirds!
APPLICATION -
Getting a craving for Pete's salad, I went to the store, bought the ingredients and had one heck of a lunch.
A few hand fulls of green olives (sliced)
Campari Tomatoes (sliced)
Olive Oil
Fresh Basil
Salt, Pepper
Red Onion
Juice from 3 lemons
Toss all ingredients together for a party in your mouth!
REFLECTION -
Happy to have kept the bowl Pete served his salad in. I used it today and was instantly taken back to the good old days of Pete's cooking.
Every Sunday evening came with a homemade spaghetti dinner. Pete would make an amazing Italian salad to accompany his main course. It was my favorite! I always made sure to get seconds and thirds!
APPLICATION -
Getting a craving for Pete's salad, I went to the store, bought the ingredients and had one heck of a lunch.
A few hand fulls of green olives (sliced)
Campari Tomatoes (sliced)
Olive Oil
Fresh Basil
Salt, Pepper
Red Onion
Juice from 3 lemons
Toss all ingredients together for a party in your mouth!
REFLECTION -
Happy to have kept the bowl Pete served his salad in. I used it today and was instantly taken back to the good old days of Pete's cooking.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Santa's Tool Bag - Day 49 of 365
MEMORY -
Gift wrap. It was as important as the gifts that were wrapped inside. Pete bought only the best and was usually purchased from Costco ( one of his favorite places to shop ). He would flip on the Christmas carols and get to work, transforming his upstairs loft apartment into Santa's workshop. I remember as a kid, creeping around the corner from his room. I would hear sounds of scissors hard at work and tape rapidly being pulled by it's spindle. He would usually hear my eager footsteps and yell above the holiday tunes "Don't come in here, you will ruin it for yourself!" I backtracked my steps and sat impatiently in the living room awaiting the placement of gifts under the tree. He would bring them out one by one, each more beautiful than the one before. It was always a production too. He would come out of his room, march over to the tree, lay the gift down and say " This one is special, this one is for my Jenny" then clap his hands with happiness. When he was gone, I would have my own fun gazing at the wrapped surprises and getting lost in the whimsical Christmas patterns that invaded my site. The bows atop would reflect the light from the tree beautifully. The gift tags were heavily detailed and sometimes even interactive! Pete was Santa all the way!
APPLICATION -
This morning, I made a visit to Mom and Dad's. While giving me a tour of the house after doing a good weekend cleaning, they brought me to a bag. It was long and carried pretty good weight. Mom said "Look what Peter left us" It was HIS bag of magical wrapping paper, detailed gift tags and reflective bows! She said " He was a nut about gift wrap, feel how heavy this thing is!" I opened the bag and wanted to jump in! Rolls of wrapping paper that were used the year before he passed, were temporarily on vacation until he put them to work again. Glad to know Peter's gift wrap can be under our tree this Christmas. Actually, there is so much of it ....... we have enough for the next few years!
REFLECTION -
Note To Self : Don't buy wrapping paper!
Gift wrap. It was as important as the gifts that were wrapped inside. Pete bought only the best and was usually purchased from Costco ( one of his favorite places to shop ). He would flip on the Christmas carols and get to work, transforming his upstairs loft apartment into Santa's workshop. I remember as a kid, creeping around the corner from his room. I would hear sounds of scissors hard at work and tape rapidly being pulled by it's spindle. He would usually hear my eager footsteps and yell above the holiday tunes "Don't come in here, you will ruin it for yourself!" I backtracked my steps and sat impatiently in the living room awaiting the placement of gifts under the tree. He would bring them out one by one, each more beautiful than the one before. It was always a production too. He would come out of his room, march over to the tree, lay the gift down and say " This one is special, this one is for my Jenny" then clap his hands with happiness. When he was gone, I would have my own fun gazing at the wrapped surprises and getting lost in the whimsical Christmas patterns that invaded my site. The bows atop would reflect the light from the tree beautifully. The gift tags were heavily detailed and sometimes even interactive! Pete was Santa all the way!
APPLICATION -
This morning, I made a visit to Mom and Dad's. While giving me a tour of the house after doing a good weekend cleaning, they brought me to a bag. It was long and carried pretty good weight. Mom said "Look what Peter left us" It was HIS bag of magical wrapping paper, detailed gift tags and reflective bows! She said " He was a nut about gift wrap, feel how heavy this thing is!" I opened the bag and wanted to jump in! Rolls of wrapping paper that were used the year before he passed, were temporarily on vacation until he put them to work again. Glad to know Peter's gift wrap can be under our tree this Christmas. Actually, there is so much of it ....... we have enough for the next few years!
REFLECTION -
Note To Self : Don't buy wrapping paper!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Dancing Spirit - Day 48 of 365
MEMORY -
When Pete would see me dance, he would say "Well you didn't get that talent from me, that's for sure!"
APPLICATION -
Today, I decided to wear Pete's ashes during my Pro-Am competition with my student, Chris Lo. I was having a rough day and wanted him with me while on the floor. I felt light hearted and incredibly present during the performance. Felt unusually amazing! The routine was nailed and everything was a success!
REFLECTION -
Today, Peter danced!
When Pete would see me dance, he would say "Well you didn't get that talent from me, that's for sure!"
APPLICATION -
Today, I decided to wear Pete's ashes during my Pro-Am competition with my student, Chris Lo. I was having a rough day and wanted him with me while on the floor. I felt light hearted and incredibly present during the performance. Felt unusually amazing! The routine was nailed and everything was a success!
REFLECTION -
Today, Peter danced!
"I Miss My Jenny" - Day 47 of 365
******* Unfortunately, I didn't have WiFi Connection in my hotel Saturday night, this post is for 11/13/2010
MEMORY -
Missing many weekends with my family while I was on the road for business. I remember having to call Uncle Pete and remind him I wouldn't be around for his Sunday night dinner. His voice would quickly sadden and become distant. I could sense his disappointment as he would follow with "This is crazy, must you be gone every weekend? I miss my Jenny."
APPLICATION -
Throughout my day, I found myself REALLY missing Pete! I would give anything to call him and say " I finished work early, catching the next flight out to make it in time for dinner!"
REFLECTION -
The demands of a career naturally take up time with family and friends. After Pete made that comment, I notice I needed to make a change in my schedule…… Pete was a BIG part in the shift that was so greatly needed in my life. When I'm not working, I'm spending quality time with family and on some occasions, even serve Uncle Pete's Sunday night dinner.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Language Lesson - Day 46 of 365
MEMORY -
It was a hot day in Florida. Uncle Pete and I had just spent an entire day at Disney. Before getting to the park's exit, we decided to take a seat and do some people watching. A few weeks prior, I was learning some Italian from Pete and decided to start practicing aloud as tourists walked past. In Italian, I began reciting the same sentence over and over " Why do you want me to speak Italian?" I stood up to stretch my legs and kept reciting the Italian influenced sentence. Finally, a tall man walked up to me and began speaking to me in Italian!!!! I was mortified! Pete jumped into the conversation and in Italian said " She is just practicing. She doesn't know much, but she's beautiful" The man shook his head walking away leaving Pete and I laughing hysterically. Pete warned me " Jenny, you might not want to practice so loud, you never know who might respond" I never did ask him what the man was telling me, but maybe it's best I didn't know!
APPLICATION -
Tonight I was hanging with some girlfriends. One of them spoke beautiful fluent Italian. I couldn't help myself but ask her to teach me a few words. I then told her about my little incident at Disney. We all shared a good laugh as our husbands hung on the side lines pretending not to know us.
REFLECTION -
Speak Italian only when spoken too!!!
It was a hot day in Florida. Uncle Pete and I had just spent an entire day at Disney. Before getting to the park's exit, we decided to take a seat and do some people watching. A few weeks prior, I was learning some Italian from Pete and decided to start practicing aloud as tourists walked past. In Italian, I began reciting the same sentence over and over " Why do you want me to speak Italian?" I stood up to stretch my legs and kept reciting the Italian influenced sentence. Finally, a tall man walked up to me and began speaking to me in Italian!!!! I was mortified! Pete jumped into the conversation and in Italian said " She is just practicing. She doesn't know much, but she's beautiful" The man shook his head walking away leaving Pete and I laughing hysterically. Pete warned me " Jenny, you might not want to practice so loud, you never know who might respond" I never did ask him what the man was telling me, but maybe it's best I didn't know!
APPLICATION -
Tonight I was hanging with some girlfriends. One of them spoke beautiful fluent Italian. I couldn't help myself but ask her to teach me a few words. I then told her about my little incident at Disney. We all shared a good laugh as our husbands hung on the side lines pretending not to know us.
REFLECTION -
Speak Italian only when spoken too!!!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
"Air Mail" A Veteran's Tribute- Day 45 of 365
MEMORY -
I knew him as "Uncle Pete" but at one point in his life he was referred to as "A3C Peter DeLuca". He rarely spoke about his years in the service. Even throughout my 2 year enrollment in ROTC, he never shared any of his stories. We soon found out, he had no need too. Everything we needed to know was just around the corner from the laundry room.
APPLICATION -
He left all of his feelings on paper that were dated 1964 and kept in a box hidden away in the garage. No one in the family knew of this box until it was discovered by Mom and I after Pete's passing. Pete's Mother (Grandma Jackie) kept every letter she received while he was away on duty. He must have come across the letters after she passed and decided to keep them, I'm sure in hopes we would find them someday. Tonight, I share with you some segments of his writing that stood out. The appreciation for life, friends and family seemed to intensify in every letter that was written.
The huge stack of "Air Mail" labeled envelopes were in fairly good shape. Some were white, some blue. There were hand written ones as well as typed. Most of them were more than 2 pages long and always began with "Mom, Dad, Tony and Grama" As I open each letter, my mind created improved scenes of Pete writing the letters and his family opening them with great enthusiasm. These letters held more than words on paper, they held the emotions of all whom touched them. As I ran my fingers across Pete's writing, I could just feel the amount of emotion from his end and the DeLuca's. When he wrote, he was apart of that paper, when they received, they became a part of Pete, and tonight as I blog, I feel apart of it all.
May 23, 1963
"Phase one of basic training is over! When I put on that uniform, you can be sure I will wear it with a great deal of pride, not only in myself, but in the U.S Air Force as a whole and all the people who make it the greatest defense force in the history of man .....well I think that's enough flag waiving for now"
May 25, 1963
"Oh by the way, I got your letter today with the ten dollars in it. That was very thoughtful and it did come in handy. If you want to do something for me, send me some Air Mail stamps when you get a chance, I can use them soon"
June 14, 1964
" Thank you again for the money, it flies like water and I don't mean foolish spending. Here is a list of the money we must spend each week :
Dry Cleaning - $2.10
Laundry - $1.20
Haircut - .95
Shows, Bowling and Downtown - $6.00
Toiletries - $1.00
Cigarettes - $1.50
July 10, 1964
I see you all in just a few days. Grama, I expect a homemade spaghetti dinner Wednesday night, you know how much I look forward to this. P.s - GET READY HERE I COME!!!!
August 12, 1964
" Iv'e been here 12 days now, and I've only gotten one letter a piece from you both. I make sure I write you each night and then I go to my mailbox everyday and it's empty! I was so upset about it, I called you tonight at 9:30 and no one was home. I hope you didn't forget you've got a son out here. Some guys could care less and hardly write their parents, but I happen to love you very much and I like to know what you are doing all the time. Let's get on the ball (That's an order!)"
October 12, 1964
" As I sit here this morning, I feel very close to you all. The barracks are very quiet and empty. The little clock on the desk ticks off the seconds even as the one on the kitchen wall is ticking them off now. It's during the quiet times of the day or night that I miss you all the most. The times when no one is around. When there isn't any jokes or loud radios and record players, so that for a short time, I can forget about how much I miss you."
November 9, 1964
" Happy Thanksgiving! Save me a piece of turkey, I'll eat it on New Year's day!"
November 6, 1964
" Well, I didn't make it to the picnic I told you about. What happened was five of us got into this little Volks-Wagon and went into town. Just 5 nutty guys out for a good time. We finally ended up at a Drive-In Movie of all places"
March 11, 1965
" Mom, I got your letters and tape. Please keep writing. When I read your letters, I can just see you sitting at the desk"
REFLECTION -
On this Veterans Day, I have a greater appreciation for those whom have served our country. The emotional roller coaster they experience is just heartbreaking. In between the paper and ink, lies emotions that I'm sure were impossible to put into words. Every letter Pete wrote was written like it could be his last. Every last one being was expressed with a great deal of "realness" and extreme amounts of love.
Times have changes since 1964, but the need for serving citizens will always remain the same. It's important we take the time to personally thank those who put this country 1st and their lives 2nd. Our freedom continues while theirs seems to be taken away. Tonight, as I conclude this particular post, I would like to thank all of the men and women who have served our country and given a piece of their life to each and every one of us. THANK YOU!!!! Of course I couldn't end this off properly if I didn't give special thanks to the man whom which this blog was inspired ..... Uncle Pete. "Thank you for serving, thank you for writing and thank you for saving. Your long lost box of Air Force Mail, has found a new home in my heart. I am at peace to know, that someone who once was restricted to military grounds, can now be everywhere, all the time. You finally have the freedom you've always deserved. No need for mail while we are temporarily apart .... YOU ARE.... all that surrounds me and that in itself will keep me connected until we meet again . I love you and miss you dearly"
I knew him as "Uncle Pete" but at one point in his life he was referred to as "A3C Peter DeLuca". He rarely spoke about his years in the service. Even throughout my 2 year enrollment in ROTC, he never shared any of his stories. We soon found out, he had no need too. Everything we needed to know was just around the corner from the laundry room.
APPLICATION -
He left all of his feelings on paper that were dated 1964 and kept in a box hidden away in the garage. No one in the family knew of this box until it was discovered by Mom and I after Pete's passing. Pete's Mother (Grandma Jackie) kept every letter she received while he was away on duty. He must have come across the letters after she passed and decided to keep them, I'm sure in hopes we would find them someday. Tonight, I share with you some segments of his writing that stood out. The appreciation for life, friends and family seemed to intensify in every letter that was written.
The huge stack of "Air Mail" labeled envelopes were in fairly good shape. Some were white, some blue. There were hand written ones as well as typed. Most of them were more than 2 pages long and always began with "Mom, Dad, Tony and Grama" As I open each letter, my mind created improved scenes of Pete writing the letters and his family opening them with great enthusiasm. These letters held more than words on paper, they held the emotions of all whom touched them. As I ran my fingers across Pete's writing, I could just feel the amount of emotion from his end and the DeLuca's. When he wrote, he was apart of that paper, when they received, they became a part of Pete, and tonight as I blog, I feel apart of it all.
May 23, 1963
"Phase one of basic training is over! When I put on that uniform, you can be sure I will wear it with a great deal of pride, not only in myself, but in the U.S Air Force as a whole and all the people who make it the greatest defense force in the history of man .....well I think that's enough flag waiving for now"
May 25, 1963
"Oh by the way, I got your letter today with the ten dollars in it. That was very thoughtful and it did come in handy. If you want to do something for me, send me some Air Mail stamps when you get a chance, I can use them soon"
June 14, 1964
" Thank you again for the money, it flies like water and I don't mean foolish spending. Here is a list of the money we must spend each week :
Dry Cleaning - $2.10
Laundry - $1.20
Haircut - .95
Shows, Bowling and Downtown - $6.00
Toiletries - $1.00
Cigarettes - $1.50
July 10, 1964
I see you all in just a few days. Grama, I expect a homemade spaghetti dinner Wednesday night, you know how much I look forward to this. P.s - GET READY HERE I COME!!!!
August 12, 1964
" Iv'e been here 12 days now, and I've only gotten one letter a piece from you both. I make sure I write you each night and then I go to my mailbox everyday and it's empty! I was so upset about it, I called you tonight at 9:30 and no one was home. I hope you didn't forget you've got a son out here. Some guys could care less and hardly write their parents, but I happen to love you very much and I like to know what you are doing all the time. Let's get on the ball (That's an order!)"
October 12, 1964
" As I sit here this morning, I feel very close to you all. The barracks are very quiet and empty. The little clock on the desk ticks off the seconds even as the one on the kitchen wall is ticking them off now. It's during the quiet times of the day or night that I miss you all the most. The times when no one is around. When there isn't any jokes or loud radios and record players, so that for a short time, I can forget about how much I miss you."
November 9, 1964
" Happy Thanksgiving! Save me a piece of turkey, I'll eat it on New Year's day!"
November 6, 1964
" Well, I didn't make it to the picnic I told you about. What happened was five of us got into this little Volks-Wagon and went into town. Just 5 nutty guys out for a good time. We finally ended up at a Drive-In Movie of all places"
March 11, 1965
" Mom, I got your letters and tape. Please keep writing. When I read your letters, I can just see you sitting at the desk"
REFLECTION -
On this Veterans Day, I have a greater appreciation for those whom have served our country. The emotional roller coaster they experience is just heartbreaking. In between the paper and ink, lies emotions that I'm sure were impossible to put into words. Every letter Pete wrote was written like it could be his last. Every last one being was expressed with a great deal of "realness" and extreme amounts of love.
Times have changes since 1964, but the need for serving citizens will always remain the same. It's important we take the time to personally thank those who put this country 1st and their lives 2nd. Our freedom continues while theirs seems to be taken away. Tonight, as I conclude this particular post, I would like to thank all of the men and women who have served our country and given a piece of their life to each and every one of us. THANK YOU!!!! Of course I couldn't end this off properly if I didn't give special thanks to the man whom which this blog was inspired ..... Uncle Pete. "Thank you for serving, thank you for writing and thank you for saving. Your long lost box of Air Force Mail, has found a new home in my heart. I am at peace to know, that someone who once was restricted to military grounds, can now be everywhere, all the time. You finally have the freedom you've always deserved. No need for mail while we are temporarily apart .... YOU ARE.... all that surrounds me and that in itself will keep me connected until we meet again . I love you and miss you dearly"
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Bopping Fest - Day 44 of 365
MEMORY -
Growing up in a house full of boys, I was raised with "playing rough" Pete and Dad would start these slapping spats between the two of them. Dad would come up behind Pete and bop him on the head, then quickly run the opposite direction. Within minutes, Pete would seek his revenge with a returned bop on my Dad's head, making sure it was twice as hard. This physical sign of brotherly love went on for years. I found this act to be most humorous as they grew older. Here are two grown men in their 50's and 60's running around the house like maniacs trying to bop the other harder than the last. Mom would shake her head and yell at the top of her lungs " That's enough already, you two are going to break something!!!!!"
As my Brother grew older, he was sucked into this "bopping fest"and found his role in the whole thing. He would sometimes side with Dad, sometimes with Pete. What is worse than TWO grown men running around and smacking each other? THREE of them!!!!
Since Pete was the elder in the family, I always took his side. Dad being 11 years younger than Pete, he was the quickest, but Peter was by far the smartest. He would casually say in a slow, coy voice " I'll get you back when you least expect it" Sure enough, he came through and what a sight to see! Pete would strike back when Dad was pre-occupied AND least expecting it! I loved to see Dad get a taste of his own medicine! Go Uncle Pete!
APPLICATION -
I had my Dad and Brother over for lunch this afternoon. When they were just about to be on their way, they began a bopping fest right in the middle of my living room. The craziness of laughter and yelling went on for about 5 mins until I finally kicked them out. I shut the door behind them, looked up and said " Uncle Pete .... what am I going to do with these boys? Can't you come back just to give em a good bop or two?" Obviously, there was no verbal response, however I felt his presence and knew that his spirit found humor in my moment of aggravation.
REFLECTION -
Everyone has their own ways of showing affection, even when there is "bopping" involved.
Growing up in a house full of boys, I was raised with "playing rough" Pete and Dad would start these slapping spats between the two of them. Dad would come up behind Pete and bop him on the head, then quickly run the opposite direction. Within minutes, Pete would seek his revenge with a returned bop on my Dad's head, making sure it was twice as hard. This physical sign of brotherly love went on for years. I found this act to be most humorous as they grew older. Here are two grown men in their 50's and 60's running around the house like maniacs trying to bop the other harder than the last. Mom would shake her head and yell at the top of her lungs " That's enough already, you two are going to break something!!!!!"
As my Brother grew older, he was sucked into this "bopping fest"and found his role in the whole thing. He would sometimes side with Dad, sometimes with Pete. What is worse than TWO grown men running around and smacking each other? THREE of them!!!!
Since Pete was the elder in the family, I always took his side. Dad being 11 years younger than Pete, he was the quickest, but Peter was by far the smartest. He would casually say in a slow, coy voice " I'll get you back when you least expect it" Sure enough, he came through and what a sight to see! Pete would strike back when Dad was pre-occupied AND least expecting it! I loved to see Dad get a taste of his own medicine! Go Uncle Pete!
APPLICATION -
I had my Dad and Brother over for lunch this afternoon. When they were just about to be on their way, they began a bopping fest right in the middle of my living room. The craziness of laughter and yelling went on for about 5 mins until I finally kicked them out. I shut the door behind them, looked up and said " Uncle Pete .... what am I going to do with these boys? Can't you come back just to give em a good bop or two?" Obviously, there was no verbal response, however I felt his presence and knew that his spirit found humor in my moment of aggravation.
REFLECTION -
Everyone has their own ways of showing affection, even when there is "bopping" involved.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Pete's Pj's - Day 43 of 365
MEMORY -
Pete and his pajamas. He loved flannel Pj's and slippers. It was one of those items he would pay top dollar for too. He had to dress up for work everyday, so I am sure it felt great to come home and step into something more comfortable. Something about pajamas ........ it seemed that he had a different pair for every night of the week! He simply loved them!
APPLICATION -
After a long day of teaching, I went into my bedroom and fell backwards onto my bed. Just as fast as I fell backwards, I pushed myself forward onto my feet. Laying there in jeans, dress shirt and dance shoes wasn't cutting it! I slipped into the coziest pair of Pj's that I own and felt the "ahhhhhhh" feeling begin to take effect. It's a nice reward for the body after a hard days work. Pete had the right idea!
REFLECTION -
Not only did Pete's Pj's give him comfort, it was an official way to say good bye to the demands of his work day and hello to an evening of relaxation. He sure knew how to pamper himself, tonight I do the same and so should you!
Pete and his pajamas. He loved flannel Pj's and slippers. It was one of those items he would pay top dollar for too. He had to dress up for work everyday, so I am sure it felt great to come home and step into something more comfortable. Something about pajamas ........ it seemed that he had a different pair for every night of the week! He simply loved them!
APPLICATION -
After a long day of teaching, I went into my bedroom and fell backwards onto my bed. Just as fast as I fell backwards, I pushed myself forward onto my feet. Laying there in jeans, dress shirt and dance shoes wasn't cutting it! I slipped into the coziest pair of Pj's that I own and felt the "ahhhhhhh" feeling begin to take effect. It's a nice reward for the body after a hard days work. Pete had the right idea!
REFLECTION -
Not only did Pete's Pj's give him comfort, it was an official way to say good bye to the demands of his work day and hello to an evening of relaxation. He sure knew how to pamper himself, tonight I do the same and so should you!
Monday, November 8, 2010
A Little Lie Down - Day 42 of 365
MEMORY -
Right before Pete would take a nap , he would stand at the top of the stairs and in a projected voice announce to the whole family "I'm going to have a little lie down now" A nice way of informing us he was taking a nap, hoping everyone would be quiet!
APPLICATION -
Monday, my day off. As much as I wanted to be productive, I knew it was best to rest. I can't do much on muscle relaxers except sleep ..... so that's what I did. I popped my meds, covered my back with Tiger Balm and headed to bed. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I remembered Pete and his cat naps. I was having more than just a "little lie down" but I still referred to it as that, when I was asked what I did today.
REFLECTION -
I really miss the authentic "Pete Statements", this being one of them
Right before Pete would take a nap , he would stand at the top of the stairs and in a projected voice announce to the whole family "I'm going to have a little lie down now" A nice way of informing us he was taking a nap, hoping everyone would be quiet!
APPLICATION -
Monday, my day off. As much as I wanted to be productive, I knew it was best to rest. I can't do much on muscle relaxers except sleep ..... so that's what I did. I popped my meds, covered my back with Tiger Balm and headed to bed. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I remembered Pete and his cat naps. I was having more than just a "little lie down" but I still referred to it as that, when I was asked what I did today.
REFLECTION -
I really miss the authentic "Pete Statements", this being one of them
Sunday, November 7, 2010
No Title Needed - Day 41 of 365
MEMORY -
Peter was more than just an Uncle. He was a teacher, comedian and friend.
APPLICATION -
Tonight, Erik and I had Mom and Dad over for some drinks. As I sat in their company, It dawned on me that they are beginning to take on new titles in my life just as Pete did. Between each sip of wine, I looked around the room and realized something, my parents were so fun to be around. The older I am getting, the more I seem to be connecting them to new titles, and honestly it feels great. They are still "Mom" and "Dad" and I am still their baby girl, but tonight we were a tight group of friends enjoying each others company over a few drinks. I would be lying if I didn't admit that being in their life as an adult is loads of fun!
I never told Peter how grateful I was for all the roles he played in my life. The title "Uncle" was a bit of an understatement.
REFLECTION -
It's funny how "titles" can't begin to reveal the real roles people play in your lives. If there is someone in your world who goes beyond their given "title", share your appreciation for the awesome impact they have made.
Peter was more than just an Uncle. He was a teacher, comedian and friend.
APPLICATION -
Tonight, Erik and I had Mom and Dad over for some drinks. As I sat in their company, It dawned on me that they are beginning to take on new titles in my life just as Pete did. Between each sip of wine, I looked around the room and realized something, my parents were so fun to be around. The older I am getting, the more I seem to be connecting them to new titles, and honestly it feels great. They are still "Mom" and "Dad" and I am still their baby girl, but tonight we were a tight group of friends enjoying each others company over a few drinks. I would be lying if I didn't admit that being in their life as an adult is loads of fun!
I never told Peter how grateful I was for all the roles he played in my life. The title "Uncle" was a bit of an understatement.
REFLECTION -
It's funny how "titles" can't begin to reveal the real roles people play in your lives. If there is someone in your world who goes beyond their given "title", share your appreciation for the awesome impact they have made.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
" I ....L ...OVE YOU! " - Day 40 of 365
MEMORY -
It was a tradition that ended every New Year celebration. Uncle Pete would treat the family to a huge dinner at the "Chef's Table" in Buca di Beppo. Once, he ended up drinking one too many chocolate martini's and was causing a real ruckus in the kitchen. It wasn't often Peter had a drink, so 3 martini's were enough to throw him under the table. As the guests would get a tour of the kitchen, Peter would yell out in a slurred drunken voice " I .... L.....OVE YOU!!!!!!" The families that walked in were his LOVE victims whether they wanted to be or not. The adults would walk faster and look away as if they didn't see the funny man to their right, and the children all look a little scared as they clung on to their parents. We were all laughing hysterically. He loved everyone that night but I don't think everyone loved him!
APPLICATION -
This evening, Erik took me out to Buca's for dinner. The wait was too long, so we sat at the bar. Since I wasn't driving and in lots of pain, I decided to pop a muscle relaxer for my back spasms. It began to work quickly, relaxing everything including my eyelids. As my eyes were turning into jello, I caught a fuzzy glimpse of the entrance to the kitchen where Uncle Pete drank his martinis. I was going to get a chocolate martini until I realized I was on heavy meds. O well, the memories of drunkin good times was enough to make me smile and tell my husband "I.... L....OVE YOU!"
REFLECTION -
Never drink more than you can handle, you just might start loving people you don't even know!
It was a tradition that ended every New Year celebration. Uncle Pete would treat the family to a huge dinner at the "Chef's Table" in Buca di Beppo. Once, he ended up drinking one too many chocolate martini's and was causing a real ruckus in the kitchen. It wasn't often Peter had a drink, so 3 martini's were enough to throw him under the table. As the guests would get a tour of the kitchen, Peter would yell out in a slurred drunken voice " I .... L.....OVE YOU!!!!!!" The families that walked in were his LOVE victims whether they wanted to be or not. The adults would walk faster and look away as if they didn't see the funny man to their right, and the children all look a little scared as they clung on to their parents. We were all laughing hysterically. He loved everyone that night but I don't think everyone loved him!
APPLICATION -
This evening, Erik took me out to Buca's for dinner. The wait was too long, so we sat at the bar. Since I wasn't driving and in lots of pain, I decided to pop a muscle relaxer for my back spasms. It began to work quickly, relaxing everything including my eyelids. As my eyes were turning into jello, I caught a fuzzy glimpse of the entrance to the kitchen where Uncle Pete drank his martinis. I was going to get a chocolate martini until I realized I was on heavy meds. O well, the memories of drunkin good times was enough to make me smile and tell my husband "I.... L....OVE YOU!"
REFLECTION -
Never drink more than you can handle, you just might start loving people you don't even know!
Friday, November 5, 2010
Pain - Day 39 of 365
MEMORY -
The moment's of emotional and physical pain Peter experienced when the cancer was invading his body and taking over his world.
APPLICATION -
I saw the Dr today. Having severe neck and back spasms for the past week, I reached an unbearable point this afternoon and needed muscle relaxers asap. As I was sitting in the waiting room, I remembered Pete and how uncomfortable he was before he was put on in home Hospice and given pain medication. He couldn't hold anything down, not even water. He had ongoing hiccups that would hurt and prevent him from sleeping. He began to loose eye sight rather quickly. He had to mourn the death of his career and distance himself from his loved ones. The list goes on ..... and so did the pain. All of a sudden, the sharp pain down my back became pleasantly dull as I realized there was no true comparison.
REFLECTION -
Pain is an interesting thing. We all experience it in one capacity or another. Within the last few weeks of Pete's life, he went through it emotionally and physically hardly ever needing to complain. Tonight, I take my pills, and I take them in silence. No crying, no fussing. To complain, only creates greater pain. Take the "L" out of the word and you have "Com-pain" !!!!
The moment's of emotional and physical pain Peter experienced when the cancer was invading his body and taking over his world.
APPLICATION -
I saw the Dr today. Having severe neck and back spasms for the past week, I reached an unbearable point this afternoon and needed muscle relaxers asap. As I was sitting in the waiting room, I remembered Pete and how uncomfortable he was before he was put on in home Hospice and given pain medication. He couldn't hold anything down, not even water. He had ongoing hiccups that would hurt and prevent him from sleeping. He began to loose eye sight rather quickly. He had to mourn the death of his career and distance himself from his loved ones. The list goes on ..... and so did the pain. All of a sudden, the sharp pain down my back became pleasantly dull as I realized there was no true comparison.
REFLECTION -
Pain is an interesting thing. We all experience it in one capacity or another. Within the last few weeks of Pete's life, he went through it emotionally and physically hardly ever needing to complain. Tonight, I take my pills, and I take them in silence. No crying, no fussing. To complain, only creates greater pain. Take the "L" out of the word and you have "Com-pain" !!!!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
His Little Audrey Hepburn - Day 38 of 365
MEMORY -
For as long as I can remember, Uncle Pete referred to me as "his little Audrey Hepburn" When I wore my hair in a bun, he would comment that I had a long beautiful neck like Audrey. As a kid, I never knew who he was referring too, but as I grew older Miss Hepburn became one of my favorite actresses. Her feminine sense of style was stunningly timeless and her movies .....classic.
APPLICATION -
Last year for Christmas, one of my students gave me an Audrey Hepburn calendar. Today, the month of October caught my eye. A picture of Audrey peering out of car window flashing the camera a look of pure innocence. She really was beautiful. I took a moment and thought about Pete's appreciation for her acting and natural beauty. She was definitely the Diva of her time!
REFLECTION -
Certain people come into our lives who remind us of others. A friend could remind you of a family member, or a family member could remind you of an actor. They might not always agree, but that doesn't matter. No matter how many times I would disagreed with Pete , he saw me as his "Little Audrey Hepburn". I was honored to resemble such beauty in my Uncle's mind, whether I believed it or not.
For as long as I can remember, Uncle Pete referred to me as "his little Audrey Hepburn" When I wore my hair in a bun, he would comment that I had a long beautiful neck like Audrey. As a kid, I never knew who he was referring too, but as I grew older Miss Hepburn became one of my favorite actresses. Her feminine sense of style was stunningly timeless and her movies .....classic.
APPLICATION -
Last year for Christmas, one of my students gave me an Audrey Hepburn calendar. Today, the month of October caught my eye. A picture of Audrey peering out of car window flashing the camera a look of pure innocence. She really was beautiful. I took a moment and thought about Pete's appreciation for her acting and natural beauty. She was definitely the Diva of her time!
REFLECTION -
Certain people come into our lives who remind us of others. A friend could remind you of a family member, or a family member could remind you of an actor. They might not always agree, but that doesn't matter. No matter how many times I would disagreed with Pete , he saw me as his "Little Audrey Hepburn". I was honored to resemble such beauty in my Uncle's mind, whether I believed it or not.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Massage Surprise - Day 37 of 365
MEMORY -
Pete was uncomfortably surprised with a gifted massage for his birthday. Mom felt like it did wonders for her body and thought Pete would enjoy the treatment. Since Pete had never had a massage before, idea of getting naked in front of a total stranger left him perplexed and extremely nervous. He thought mom was taking him on a tour of the facility. He knew she had something up her sleeve once he heard from the front desk girl "Peter ...... are you ready for your massage?" Mom smiled and waved goodbye as Peter ever so hesitantly followed the girl into the massage room.
He came out like a sac of potatoes and smelling of mixed oils. He grinned and said "I got to wear a robe and sit in the spa! The massage was amazing. I enjoyed it .....maybe a bit too much, had trouble rolling over!" Mom belted out in laughter. It just wasn't something you would hear out of Pete. The comment totally caught her off guard and left her laughing the entire drive home.
APPLICATION -
Throughout a conversation I had with mom, we got on the subject of Pete and his massage story. After we shared a good laugh, I was motivated to treat myself to a day of pampering at the local spa. My massage was wonderful and ever so peaceful! I giggled to myself after I heard the therapist say "Okay, you may roll over now" thinking of Pete and his spa story.
REFLECTION -
Pete learned something that day ..... getting naked in front of a stranger isn't as hard as some things can be!!!! LOL!!!! Today, try something new ..... even if it makes you uncomfortable. You might surprise yourself and actually enjoy it, maybe even a little too much!
Pete was uncomfortably surprised with a gifted massage for his birthday. Mom felt like it did wonders for her body and thought Pete would enjoy the treatment. Since Pete had never had a massage before, idea of getting naked in front of a total stranger left him perplexed and extremely nervous. He thought mom was taking him on a tour of the facility. He knew she had something up her sleeve once he heard from the front desk girl "Peter ...... are you ready for your massage?" Mom smiled and waved goodbye as Peter ever so hesitantly followed the girl into the massage room.
He came out like a sac of potatoes and smelling of mixed oils. He grinned and said "I got to wear a robe and sit in the spa! The massage was amazing. I enjoyed it .....maybe a bit too much, had trouble rolling over!" Mom belted out in laughter. It just wasn't something you would hear out of Pete. The comment totally caught her off guard and left her laughing the entire drive home.
APPLICATION -
Throughout a conversation I had with mom, we got on the subject of Pete and his massage story. After we shared a good laugh, I was motivated to treat myself to a day of pampering at the local spa. My massage was wonderful and ever so peaceful! I giggled to myself after I heard the therapist say "Okay, you may roll over now" thinking of Pete and his spa story.
REFLECTION -
Pete learned something that day ..... getting naked in front of a stranger isn't as hard as some things can be!!!! LOL!!!! Today, try something new ..... even if it makes you uncomfortable. You might surprise yourself and actually enjoy it, maybe even a little too much!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Couch Of Conversation - Day 36 of 365
MEMORY -
Walking into Peter's room, I remember his beige leather couch. I would plop onto the over sized cushions and sink into a leather hug of comfort. I loved that couch. For Peter, it was more than just a couch ..... it was a place of conversation. He would sit ever so comfortably in his computer chair and invite visitors to sit across from him on his couch. On some occasions, I felt similar to the way a patient does while visiting her shrink. I asked questions, he had the answers. The last conversation we had on that couch, was the first time I saw him after he was diagnosed with the worse news ever.
He seemed tired and depressed but extremely happy to see me. I took the cushion next to him, and joined in on watching the movie "Enchanted". He asked me if I had see it. Before I could answer "yes", he grabbed my hand and held it tightly. It hit me then, he didn't want awkward conversation, he wanted physical contact. What do you say to someone who has just been told they only have a matter of weeks to live? Nothing at all. As much as I wanted to run my mouth and tell him how much I'm going to miss him, I could feel in my heart, he already knew.
APPLICATION -
I was given Peter's couch late last year. It sits in our movie loft - the only appropriate space for a piece of furniture that seated the movie king himself. Erik and I sat across from it this evening while watching a Red Box rental. It stole my attention during the movie and showed me a movie reel of it's own. Memory after memory came into clear focus as if I was watching a Blu-ray disc of my past.
REFLECTION -
Last Fall, the couch had taken on a new purpose. Once a couch of many words, now a place of silent company. This fall, it remains in silence being the perfect place for Pete and I to continue our conversations. It's still a couch of conversation, only now there is no need for words.
Walking into Peter's room, I remember his beige leather couch. I would plop onto the over sized cushions and sink into a leather hug of comfort. I loved that couch. For Peter, it was more than just a couch ..... it was a place of conversation. He would sit ever so comfortably in his computer chair and invite visitors to sit across from him on his couch. On some occasions, I felt similar to the way a patient does while visiting her shrink. I asked questions, he had the answers. The last conversation we had on that couch, was the first time I saw him after he was diagnosed with the worse news ever.
He seemed tired and depressed but extremely happy to see me. I took the cushion next to him, and joined in on watching the movie "Enchanted". He asked me if I had see it. Before I could answer "yes", he grabbed my hand and held it tightly. It hit me then, he didn't want awkward conversation, he wanted physical contact. What do you say to someone who has just been told they only have a matter of weeks to live? Nothing at all. As much as I wanted to run my mouth and tell him how much I'm going to miss him, I could feel in my heart, he already knew.
APPLICATION -
I was given Peter's couch late last year. It sits in our movie loft - the only appropriate space for a piece of furniture that seated the movie king himself. Erik and I sat across from it this evening while watching a Red Box rental. It stole my attention during the movie and showed me a movie reel of it's own. Memory after memory came into clear focus as if I was watching a Blu-ray disc of my past.
REFLECTION -
Last Fall, the couch had taken on a new purpose. Once a couch of many words, now a place of silent company. This fall, it remains in silence being the perfect place for Pete and I to continue our conversations. It's still a couch of conversation, only now there is no need for words.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Stupid? I Think Not! - Day 35 of 365
MEMORY -
SHTUPID - Pronounced - Sh*tu*pid - Adj:
Emphasis on the SH-tu-pid
DEFINITION -
1) A word that was used more often than not when Peter disagreed with something or felt offended
2) Used frequently while losing in a fierce game of UNO
3) Commonly shouted out when told a story of disbelief
4) May be used by others in place of the original word "stupid"
APPLICATION -
Tonight, my husband pointed out a funny moment during a sitcom. I didn't laugh, I just shrugged my shoulders and said "Sh-tupid!" I've never said that word before in my life! I laughed to myself and wondered what Peter would have thought of that scene. It tickles me that I speak his words without even thinking about it! Guess he made quite an impact in his moments of little outbursts.
REFLECTION -
Pete loved to put his own spin on the English Vocabulary. I guess you could say, he Peter-ized it!
Today, take a word you commonly use and put YOUR own spin on it. Be sure to use it when you can, someone could find it catchy and use it too help express their feelings! IF unable to think of your own, I give you all permission to use Pete's, even if it is ....... SHTUPID!
SHTUPID - Pronounced - Sh*tu*pid - Adj:
Emphasis on the SH-tu-pid
DEFINITION -
1) A word that was used more often than not when Peter disagreed with something or felt offended
2) Used frequently while losing in a fierce game of UNO
3) Commonly shouted out when told a story of disbelief
4) May be used by others in place of the original word "stupid"
APPLICATION -
Tonight, my husband pointed out a funny moment during a sitcom. I didn't laugh, I just shrugged my shoulders and said "Sh-tupid!" I've never said that word before in my life! I laughed to myself and wondered what Peter would have thought of that scene. It tickles me that I speak his words without even thinking about it! Guess he made quite an impact in his moments of little outbursts.
REFLECTION -
Pete loved to put his own spin on the English Vocabulary. I guess you could say, he Peter-ized it!
Today, take a word you commonly use and put YOUR own spin on it. Be sure to use it when you can, someone could find it catchy and use it too help express their feelings! IF unable to think of your own, I give you all permission to use Pete's, even if it is ....... SHTUPID!
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