This post is for February 2nd, 2011
MEMORY -
The stories our family would hear were often told by a story teller well traveled. Though Pete died fairly young, he lived an experienced life inspired by travel. His favorites were Scotland, England and Italy. If you couldn't get out to travel, he was the next best thing next to visiting the countries at Epcot!
APPLICATION -
Haven't seen my husband this happy in a long time. With his luggage all packed and his problems forgotten, Erik is ready! I was invited to teach in Montpelier and decided to go out a week before and visit some friends in Paris. I had passed through the beautiful city before, however never got the chance to explore it. It was also Erik's first time to France. I am more excited for him than myself. He is about to uncover an entirely different part of the world, and I couldn't be more thrilled for him.
REFLECTION -
Traveling to a new place changes someone forever. The good, the bad ..... it doesn't matter. It shapes us into who we are are. Visiting places far away from our normal day to day life, introduces life and discovery beyond what any book or television show could. Travel truly is a portal to self discovery, an experience Peter often shared with those he loved and those who loved to travel.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Boxes Galore! - Day 127 of 365
This post is for February 1st, 2011
MEMORY -
Whether it was on vacation, out shopping or in his home, Pete loved boxes. I know, I know ..... boxes? They weren't just ordinary boxes though. Not shoes boxes or storage boxes, these had to be special. They had to have a unique design or an artsy flair. He loved the ones that had secret storage spaces within the interiors. We all have our weird likings ..... boxes were Pete's.
APPLICATION -
Making a thank you gift for a friend today. A beautiful box that is elaborately decorated with a Paris theme. Heading out for a Paris trip tomorrow, I thought it would be nice to make a gift for our hostess. While filling the box with my handmade flowers, I remembered Pete and his unusual collection of boxes. It brought a smile to my face as I toyed with the box, listening to the clean "snap" sound the magnetic cover created upon closing. I thought to myself " Pete wouldn't own a pretty box like this one, but he would go crazy for the closing mechanism"
REFLECTION -
When I had purchased the Paris box, I also picked up one for myself. It stated "Live, Laugh, Love" the three things Peter is still teaching me today.
MEMORY -
Whether it was on vacation, out shopping or in his home, Pete loved boxes. I know, I know ..... boxes? They weren't just ordinary boxes though. Not shoes boxes or storage boxes, these had to be special. They had to have a unique design or an artsy flair. He loved the ones that had secret storage spaces within the interiors. We all have our weird likings ..... boxes were Pete's.
APPLICATION -
Making a thank you gift for a friend today. A beautiful box that is elaborately decorated with a Paris theme. Heading out for a Paris trip tomorrow, I thought it would be nice to make a gift for our hostess. While filling the box with my handmade flowers, I remembered Pete and his unusual collection of boxes. It brought a smile to my face as I toyed with the box, listening to the clean "snap" sound the magnetic cover created upon closing. I thought to myself " Pete wouldn't own a pretty box like this one, but he would go crazy for the closing mechanism"
REFLECTION -
When I had purchased the Paris box, I also picked up one for myself. It stated "Live, Laugh, Love" the three things Peter is still teaching me today.
Pete, A Smart Shopper - Day 126 of 365
This post is for January 31st, 2011
MEMORY -
Peter always bought quality. Most importantly, he knew what he was buying before he spent the money!
APPLICATION -
So, I'm walking into a blind purchase. Paying LOTS of money for something that has no customer guarantee ...... o boy. Can we say NERVOUS?!?!?!
REFLECTION -
Learned my lesson. To maintain a positive frame of mind ....... know what you are buying BEFORE spending the moo-lah! Pete had it right!
MEMORY -
Peter always bought quality. Most importantly, he knew what he was buying before he spent the money!
APPLICATION -
So, I'm walking into a blind purchase. Paying LOTS of money for something that has no customer guarantee ...... o boy. Can we say NERVOUS?!?!?!
REFLECTION -
Learned my lesson. To maintain a positive frame of mind ....... know what you are buying BEFORE spending the moo-lah! Pete had it right!
The Insanity of Perfection - Day 125 of 365
This post is for January 30th, 2011
MEMORY -
Everything I ever did was perfect in my Uncle's eyes. My dancing, my smile, my voice .... my whole being was perfect to him.
APPLICATION -
Watched the movie "Black Swan" this evening. WOW!! Didn't realize a perfectionist could go off the deep end, but it completely makes sense. Having studied with the Royal Academy Ballet school, I was taught perfection at a very young age. We would be given exams yearly, only graduating the best of the best. I would do my best to execute perfection. Then during my ROTC years in High School, I found myself on an armed drill team. We were CONSTANTLY reminded by our Captain "Practice doesn't make PERFECT, PERFECT practice makes PERFECT". As crazy as those words sounded, they unfortunately found their way into my thoughts quite often. This habit of thought throughout the years created a "false self" of whom I was as an artist and performer. Over the years, I have come to the realization that perfection is an illusory thing and when reaching for it, dysfunction eventually finds it's way in, like a cold draft in the middle of the night. It comes in without an invite and doesn't leave until you do something about it.
REFLECTION -
Perfection is a funny thing. We spend our lives seeking it, knowingly or not. Whether it's our bodies, our relationships or our faith ...... society seems to be on an endless search for the unrealistic ..... Perfection. I've come to learn, it's the things that don't take practice (like being Uncle Peter's niece) that end up being the most perfect.
MEMORY -
Everything I ever did was perfect in my Uncle's eyes. My dancing, my smile, my voice .... my whole being was perfect to him.
APPLICATION -
Watched the movie "Black Swan" this evening. WOW!! Didn't realize a perfectionist could go off the deep end, but it completely makes sense. Having studied with the Royal Academy Ballet school, I was taught perfection at a very young age. We would be given exams yearly, only graduating the best of the best. I would do my best to execute perfection. Then during my ROTC years in High School, I found myself on an armed drill team. We were CONSTANTLY reminded by our Captain "Practice doesn't make PERFECT, PERFECT practice makes PERFECT". As crazy as those words sounded, they unfortunately found their way into my thoughts quite often. This habit of thought throughout the years created a "false self" of whom I was as an artist and performer. Over the years, I have come to the realization that perfection is an illusory thing and when reaching for it, dysfunction eventually finds it's way in, like a cold draft in the middle of the night. It comes in without an invite and doesn't leave until you do something about it.
REFLECTION -
Perfection is a funny thing. We spend our lives seeking it, knowingly or not. Whether it's our bodies, our relationships or our faith ...... society seems to be on an endless search for the unrealistic ..... Perfection. I've come to learn, it's the things that don't take practice (like being Uncle Peter's niece) that end up being the most perfect.
Clumsy Us - Day 124 of 365
This post is for January 29th, 2011
MEMORY -
I definitely got my clumsy habits from Uncle Pete. Pete's clumsiness came out to play while he lived a few houses down from us in Kissimmee, Fl. My Dad kept hounding him about his walls and how some areas needed some touch up paint. Peter wasn't exactly the handyman type, so this was a responsibility he would usually ignore in hopes Dad would come to the rescue. Pete must have been tired of hearing Dad complain, because he FINALLY took matters into his own hands.
Pete left the room to go get the paint in the garage. He came back and what a site to see!!!!!! Splattered from head to toe in white paint! Pete went on to explain that the lid to the paint can, it wasn't popped into place all the way! When he went to go shake the can to mix up the paint..... you guessed it ...... paint went EVERYWHERE! On his car, on his workbench, all over the garage, on his glasses ....... and of course, all over the "handyman" himself.
Mom and Dad bursted into laughter, then asked" Touched up a few things did ya Pete?"
APPLICATION -
Getting ready in a rush, I of course wasn't paying attention. Curling my hair with one hand and putting on lipstick with the other ..... not such a great idea. My thumb had slid across the HOT curling barrel and totally got burned. "CRAP!" I yelled. ( not the exact word I used at the time, but "crap" will work for now)
REFLECTION -
No matter what you do today, pay attention while doing it! Make sure you check before you shake and focus before you curl!!!! Clumsiness ...... definitely a shared trait between the both of us!
MEMORY -
I definitely got my clumsy habits from Uncle Pete. Pete's clumsiness came out to play while he lived a few houses down from us in Kissimmee, Fl. My Dad kept hounding him about his walls and how some areas needed some touch up paint. Peter wasn't exactly the handyman type, so this was a responsibility he would usually ignore in hopes Dad would come to the rescue. Pete must have been tired of hearing Dad complain, because he FINALLY took matters into his own hands.
Pete left the room to go get the paint in the garage. He came back and what a site to see!!!!!! Splattered from head to toe in white paint! Pete went on to explain that the lid to the paint can, it wasn't popped into place all the way! When he went to go shake the can to mix up the paint..... you guessed it ...... paint went EVERYWHERE! On his car, on his workbench, all over the garage, on his glasses ....... and of course, all over the "handyman" himself.
Mom and Dad bursted into laughter, then asked" Touched up a few things did ya Pete?"
APPLICATION -
Getting ready in a rush, I of course wasn't paying attention. Curling my hair with one hand and putting on lipstick with the other ..... not such a great idea. My thumb had slid across the HOT curling barrel and totally got burned. "CRAP!" I yelled. ( not the exact word I used at the time, but "crap" will work for now)
REFLECTION -
No matter what you do today, pay attention while doing it! Make sure you check before you shake and focus before you curl!!!! Clumsiness ...... definitely a shared trait between the both of us!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Playing In The Snow - Day 123 of 365
This post is for January 28th, 2011
MEMORY -
It was a cold winter morning, the kind that inspires a fire and a cup of hot chocolate. During our family vacation in Breckenridge, my brother, Uncle Pete and myself decided to spend some time playing in the snow. We walked to the back of the cabin, carrying our sleds in one hand and our excitement in the other. Pete was a kid again. He seemed to have tapped into a simpler time in his life, putting all thoughts of adulthood on hold. It was good. Good to see the ageless spirit of my Uncle come to life, in the Snow, having fun.
APPLICATION -
I found myself spending a weekend in a snow covered home. New Jersey was over flowing with ice, very different from what I had experienced in Breckenridge. I was introduced to Black Ice ..... By the way, I am NOT a fan! I was amazed at how such a pleasurable thing at one point in my life, was such a un-fun thing at the moment. Walking through the freezing cold, stomping my way through the snow, I close my eyes and remember the good times I had with Peter in similar weather conditions.
REFLECTION -
I see now .... it wasn't the snow I loved in Breckenridge, it was the people I was with.
MEMORY -
It was a cold winter morning, the kind that inspires a fire and a cup of hot chocolate. During our family vacation in Breckenridge, my brother, Uncle Pete and myself decided to spend some time playing in the snow. We walked to the back of the cabin, carrying our sleds in one hand and our excitement in the other. Pete was a kid again. He seemed to have tapped into a simpler time in his life, putting all thoughts of adulthood on hold. It was good. Good to see the ageless spirit of my Uncle come to life, in the Snow, having fun.
APPLICATION -
I found myself spending a weekend in a snow covered home. New Jersey was over flowing with ice, very different from what I had experienced in Breckenridge. I was introduced to Black Ice ..... By the way, I am NOT a fan! I was amazed at how such a pleasurable thing at one point in my life, was such a un-fun thing at the moment. Walking through the freezing cold, stomping my way through the snow, I close my eyes and remember the good times I had with Peter in similar weather conditions.
REFLECTION -
I see now .... it wasn't the snow I loved in Breckenridge, it was the people I was with.
Expect The Unexpected - Day 122 of 365
This post is for January 27th, 2011
MEMORY -
Peter would always be prepared for the unexpected. Not because he carried around a special tool kit for life, more so because he always lived in the "Now". He was so present. Present in the moment enough to deal with the challenge at hand, even if it was the unexpected.
APPLICATION -
Today, I literally walked into an unexpected situation. I was caught by surprise and didn't quite know how to handle it. I lived in the moment, and waited it out. I learned from this unexpected event and am thankful it happened.
REFLECTION -
Expect the unexpected, it keeps life interesting.
MEMORY -
Peter would always be prepared for the unexpected. Not because he carried around a special tool kit for life, more so because he always lived in the "Now". He was so present. Present in the moment enough to deal with the challenge at hand, even if it was the unexpected.
APPLICATION -
Today, I literally walked into an unexpected situation. I was caught by surprise and didn't quite know how to handle it. I lived in the moment, and waited it out. I learned from this unexpected event and am thankful it happened.
REFLECTION -
Expect the unexpected, it keeps life interesting.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Growing Relationships - Day 121 of 365
This post is for January 26th, 2011
MEMORY -
As a child, I saw Pete as an Uncle. The man in my life whom I could do no wrong. As a teen, I began to see him as my dad's brother, learning more about where he came from and whom he was as an individual. As an adult, I saw him as my friend, realizing our relationship was maturing and solidifying by choice not by blood.
APPLICATION -
While teaching my study group of 8, I felt a special bond happening within the group. Beyond the "teacher/student" realm, was a group of adults gathered together sharing information and learning from each other. Conversation was knowledgable but not always dance related. Special moments full of laughing, questioning and sharing. Special moments I'll forever hold dear to my heart. Wether teacher OR student, we are good people sharing good times.
REFLECTION -
I teach them dance, they teach me enjoyment ..... I guess it goes hand in hand.
MEMORY -
As a child, I saw Pete as an Uncle. The man in my life whom I could do no wrong. As a teen, I began to see him as my dad's brother, learning more about where he came from and whom he was as an individual. As an adult, I saw him as my friend, realizing our relationship was maturing and solidifying by choice not by blood.
APPLICATION -
While teaching my study group of 8, I felt a special bond happening within the group. Beyond the "teacher/student" realm, was a group of adults gathered together sharing information and learning from each other. Conversation was knowledgable but not always dance related. Special moments full of laughing, questioning and sharing. Special moments I'll forever hold dear to my heart. Wether teacher OR student, we are good people sharing good times.
REFLECTION -
I teach them dance, they teach me enjoyment ..... I guess it goes hand in hand.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Falling Behind - Day 120 of 365
This post is for January 25th, 2011
MEMORY -
I remember when I began this blog ..... I was very good about keeping up with the posts everyday as desired.
APPLICATION -
A bit disappointed in myself today. It hit me that I have fallen behind on my commitment to blog about Peter on a daily basis. I have had to jot my thoughts down throughout my hectic days and plan for a later time to blog about them.
Life happens, and things tie up your time. This daily commitment has shown me when I am on AND off track. The days that I make the time to blog in the quiet, I tend to slow myself down.
REFLECTION -
The days I play "catch up" are the days that fly by without stillness of the soul. Days not fully lived.
MEMORY -
I remember when I began this blog ..... I was very good about keeping up with the posts everyday as desired.
APPLICATION -
A bit disappointed in myself today. It hit me that I have fallen behind on my commitment to blog about Peter on a daily basis. I have had to jot my thoughts down throughout my hectic days and plan for a later time to blog about them.
Life happens, and things tie up your time. This daily commitment has shown me when I am on AND off track. The days that I make the time to blog in the quiet, I tend to slow myself down.
REFLECTION -
The days I play "catch up" are the days that fly by without stillness of the soul. Days not fully lived.
Candy Wrapper Clutch - Day 119 of 365
This post is for January 24th, 2011
MEMORY -
Candy wrapper purses. The first year they came out, Uncle Pete went out and bought me one. I had not yet known of the recycled trend, but he did and he just had to get me one. I remember him being so proud of his find. He purchased it at an art gallery in Downtown Disney.
APPLICATION -
Cleaning day ;-( My closet had taken a turn for the worse! It was time to get organized. I have been a purse junkie for years. Collecting bag upon bag. Handbags, duffel bags, clutches .... had them all. For Christmas, Erik bought me the new Miche bag. The bag that has interchangeable shells. One purse, and hundreds of different shells. There was no need for my HUGE collection of purses anymore. Having no emotional attachment to my collection, I began tossing the purses one by one.
I paused for a moment and was happily surprised. There at the bottom of the pile was Peters Candy Wrapper clutch. I held it close realizing that it hadn't been put to use in quite a long time.
REFLECTION -
Currently planning the perfect outfit for the most perfect purse.
MEMORY -
Candy wrapper purses. The first year they came out, Uncle Pete went out and bought me one. I had not yet known of the recycled trend, but he did and he just had to get me one. I remember him being so proud of his find. He purchased it at an art gallery in Downtown Disney.
APPLICATION -
Cleaning day ;-( My closet had taken a turn for the worse! It was time to get organized. I have been a purse junkie for years. Collecting bag upon bag. Handbags, duffel bags, clutches .... had them all. For Christmas, Erik bought me the new Miche bag. The bag that has interchangeable shells. One purse, and hundreds of different shells. There was no need for my HUGE collection of purses anymore. Having no emotional attachment to my collection, I began tossing the purses one by one.
I paused for a moment and was happily surprised. There at the bottom of the pile was Peters Candy Wrapper clutch. I held it close realizing that it hadn't been put to use in quite a long time.
REFLECTION -
Currently planning the perfect outfit for the most perfect purse.
The Simple Things - Day 118 of 365
This post is for January 23rd, 2011
MEMORY -
I remember the simple things. The everyday gestures and habits Peter displayed. The moments I wouldn't normally label as "memorable", seem to stick in my mind the most. I guess in a moment of loss ...... everything is memorable.
APPLICATION -
Tonight, I sit down at the dinner table at Mom and Dad's. I sit patiently waiting for dinner to be served. During my wait, I noticed my mind begin to wander. It tends to do that when I am around Pete's old living quarters. I could imagine him at the other end of the table. Sitting quietly playing on his IPhone. He also had a bad habit of biting his nails on occasion. As crazy as that sounds, I miss that too! From the good to the bad ..... I miss it all.
REFLECTION -
It's when you no longer have the means to see nor touch someone, that you begin to miss EVERYTHING about them, even the simple things.
MEMORY -
I remember the simple things. The everyday gestures and habits Peter displayed. The moments I wouldn't normally label as "memorable", seem to stick in my mind the most. I guess in a moment of loss ...... everything is memorable.
APPLICATION -
Tonight, I sit down at the dinner table at Mom and Dad's. I sit patiently waiting for dinner to be served. During my wait, I noticed my mind begin to wander. It tends to do that when I am around Pete's old living quarters. I could imagine him at the other end of the table. Sitting quietly playing on his IPhone. He also had a bad habit of biting his nails on occasion. As crazy as that sounds, I miss that too! From the good to the bad ..... I miss it all.
REFLECTION -
It's when you no longer have the means to see nor touch someone, that you begin to miss EVERYTHING about them, even the simple things.
A Different Light - Day 117 of 365
This post is for January 22nd, 2011
MEMORY -
The day I began this blog was a special day. I began to get to know Peter in a different light.
APPLICATION -
Today, I listened to a friend who was speaking about a lost loved one. I spoke about my blog and inspired them to get to know their loved one in a different light as well. She was glowing with curiosity and excitement.
REFLECTION -
No doubt, continuing to remember someone who has crossed to the other side is an enlightening experience unlike any other I have ever experienced. Happy to see others keeping those memories alive.
MEMORY -
The day I began this blog was a special day. I began to get to know Peter in a different light.
APPLICATION -
Today, I listened to a friend who was speaking about a lost loved one. I spoke about my blog and inspired them to get to know their loved one in a different light as well. She was glowing with curiosity and excitement.
REFLECTION -
No doubt, continuing to remember someone who has crossed to the other side is an enlightening experience unlike any other I have ever experienced. Happy to see others keeping those memories alive.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The Family Rock - Day 116 of 365
This post is for January 21, 2011
MEMORY -
If there was one word I could use to describe Peter's greatest love it would have to be Family.
APPLICATION -
Today I traveled to Jacksonville to do some teaching. I stayed with my second family away from home. As I sat there in their dining room, I made some observations. One observation stood out from the others. This family was VERY similar to mine. No wonder I felt so at home with them time after time. Unlike mine, this family was large. Kids running in and out of the house wasn't abnormal around this house hold. I saw one of the boys go over to their uncle and give him the biggest hug. A moment so sweet and loving. I miss those tender moments with my Uncle. The hugs .... the company.
REFLECTION -
Peter was the rock of our family ...... a stepping stone to better things ahead.
MEMORY -
If there was one word I could use to describe Peter's greatest love it would have to be Family.
APPLICATION -
Today I traveled to Jacksonville to do some teaching. I stayed with my second family away from home. As I sat there in their dining room, I made some observations. One observation stood out from the others. This family was VERY similar to mine. No wonder I felt so at home with them time after time. Unlike mine, this family was large. Kids running in and out of the house wasn't abnormal around this house hold. I saw one of the boys go over to their uncle and give him the biggest hug. A moment so sweet and loving. I miss those tender moments with my Uncle. The hugs .... the company.
REFLECTION -
Peter was the rock of our family ...... a stepping stone to better things ahead.
No Explanation - Day 115 of 365
This post is for January 20th, 2011
MEMORY -
So much of who Pete was, was a part of me.
APPLICATION -
Not sure what it was, but today I felt a presence within me. Not of my own, but of Peter's. Words can't explain it, but it felt enlightening on many levels.
REFLECTION -
Some moments in life are so profound, they can't be described nor explained.
MEMORY -
So much of who Pete was, was a part of me.
APPLICATION -
Not sure what it was, but today I felt a presence within me. Not of my own, but of Peter's. Words can't explain it, but it felt enlightening on many levels.
REFLECTION -
Some moments in life are so profound, they can't be described nor explained.
Never Stop Learning - Day 114 of 365
This post is for January 19th, 2011
MEMORY -
Peter was one heck of a teacher. Informative, easy to understand and always up to date. He was the human equivalent of the Internet, no doubt. What I loved about this particular teacher is that he never stopped learning himself. Though it seemed at times he "knew it all" ...... he was the first to tell you he didn't.
APPLICATION -
Today, I had the opportunity to see a great teacher in action. Being a teacher myself, I was impressed beyond belief. The teaching style was upbeat and entertaining, but what impressed me the most was the philosophy behind the information taught. I delightfully found myself on the other side, learning once again.
REFLECTION -
The best teachers NEVER stop learning.
MEMORY -
Peter was one heck of a teacher. Informative, easy to understand and always up to date. He was the human equivalent of the Internet, no doubt. What I loved about this particular teacher is that he never stopped learning himself. Though it seemed at times he "knew it all" ...... he was the first to tell you he didn't.
APPLICATION -
Today, I had the opportunity to see a great teacher in action. Being a teacher myself, I was impressed beyond belief. The teaching style was upbeat and entertaining, but what impressed me the most was the philosophy behind the information taught. I delightfully found myself on the other side, learning once again.
REFLECTION -
The best teachers NEVER stop learning.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Wise Wizard - Day 113 of 365
This post is for January 18th, 2011
MEMORY -
Peter always reminded me of a wise wizard. He seemed to know all, providing the easiest answers to the hardest questions and then POOF ... your questions would be answered and your problems, magically disappeared.
APPLICATION -
Today I had a challenge at hand. There was no wand to wave or a magical hat to wear. I thought about what Pete would have told me and decided to take a time out.
REFLECTION -
Taking a time out was just what I needed. Time away from the challenge provided me time with my Uncle. I came back to the challenge more open minded and refreshed. As if magic happened, my problems were gone and my questions were answered. Pete once more reminded me of a wise wizard.
MEMORY -
Peter always reminded me of a wise wizard. He seemed to know all, providing the easiest answers to the hardest questions and then POOF ... your questions would be answered and your problems, magically disappeared.
APPLICATION -
Today I had a challenge at hand. There was no wand to wave or a magical hat to wear. I thought about what Pete would have told me and decided to take a time out.
REFLECTION -
Taking a time out was just what I needed. Time away from the challenge provided me time with my Uncle. I came back to the challenge more open minded and refreshed. As if magic happened, my problems were gone and my questions were answered. Pete once more reminded me of a wise wizard.
A Quiet Good Morning - Day 112 of 365
This post is for January 17th, 2011
MEMORY -
Many of my memorable moments with Peter were those in the silence.
APPLICATION -
Today, I caught an early flight out of Houston, heading home. The airport seemed quiet. Silence wasn't hard to find, neither was Peter. I sat both in a tired and silent state. Did a bit of praying and began my day with a clear and quiet soul.
REFLECTION -
We continue to have those moments in silence, only now in more locations.
MEMORY -
Many of my memorable moments with Peter were those in the silence.
APPLICATION -
Today, I caught an early flight out of Houston, heading home. The airport seemed quiet. Silence wasn't hard to find, neither was Peter. I sat both in a tired and silent state. Did a bit of praying and began my day with a clear and quiet soul.
REFLECTION -
We continue to have those moments in silence, only now in more locations.
Known From Afar - Day 111 of 365
This Post is for January 16th, 2011
MEMORY -
Many people knew Peter, but they didn't know him like I did.
APPLICATION -
Today, as I was walking throughout the hotel, I was stopped by a woman. She approached me with a soft face and a glowing smile. She said " I have really enjoyed reading about your Uncle Pete" I get this often, but today it sounded different.
REFLECTION -
I smiled and went about my day knowing Pete was a part of everyone who read about him.
MEMORY -
Many people knew Peter, but they didn't know him like I did.
APPLICATION -
Today, as I was walking throughout the hotel, I was stopped by a woman. She approached me with a soft face and a glowing smile. She said " I have really enjoyed reading about your Uncle Pete" I get this often, but today it sounded different.
REFLECTION -
I smiled and went about my day knowing Pete was a part of everyone who read about him.
Follow Your Dream - Day 110 of 365
This post is for January 15, 2011
MEMORY -
Peter didn't teach me to dance .......
APPLICATION -
He taught me to follow my dream ........ Today, I did.
REFLECTION -
I couldn't be happier.
MEMORY -
Peter didn't teach me to dance .......
APPLICATION -
He taught me to follow my dream ........ Today, I did.
REFLECTION -
I couldn't be happier.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Opportunity - Day 109 of 365
This post is for January 14, 2011
MEMORY -
Peter was a man of opportunity. If opportunity presented itself, he wouldn't waste anytime taking it. Opportunity to leave Chicago and move to Orlando, he took it. Opportunity to take an unforgettable trip to Italy, he took it. Opportunity to die peacefully at his home around family and friends, he took it. When opportunity knocked ....Peter answered, in the good and scariest of time.
APPLICATION -
An opportunity presented itself today and I had two options. Take it or leave it. First instinct was to leave it, satisfying the fear I had inside. After much thought, my heart moved me away from fear and closer to opportunity, taking on the challenging task at hand opening up a world of opportunity.
REFLECTION -
Looking back on the day, I couldn't imagine it without opportunity.
MEMORY -
Peter was a man of opportunity. If opportunity presented itself, he wouldn't waste anytime taking it. Opportunity to leave Chicago and move to Orlando, he took it. Opportunity to take an unforgettable trip to Italy, he took it. Opportunity to die peacefully at his home around family and friends, he took it. When opportunity knocked ....Peter answered, in the good and scariest of time.
APPLICATION -
An opportunity presented itself today and I had two options. Take it or leave it. First instinct was to leave it, satisfying the fear I had inside. After much thought, my heart moved me away from fear and closer to opportunity, taking on the challenging task at hand opening up a world of opportunity.
REFLECTION -
Looking back on the day, I couldn't imagine it without opportunity.
His Little World Traveler - Day 108 of 365
This post is for January 13th, 2011
MEMORY -
Pete loved to travel. He traveled to many places, some during his years in the service, and some on his own personal time. London and Scotland were a few of his favorites. He NEVER passed up an opportunity to take a trip and expand his horizon. No matter what the reason, he loved to learn and discover new territory across the globe.
APPLICATION -
Well, it feels good to be back. Luggage tags, security lines, airport food ..... all signs that I am back on the road again. Uncle Pete would be so proud to know I am continuing to do what I love and learn my way through the world. He always called me his little world traveler .... and today ... I am just that!
REFLECTION -
As exhausting as traveling gets, I am blessed to do what I love and see the world while doing so.
MEMORY -
Pete loved to travel. He traveled to many places, some during his years in the service, and some on his own personal time. London and Scotland were a few of his favorites. He NEVER passed up an opportunity to take a trip and expand his horizon. No matter what the reason, he loved to learn and discover new territory across the globe.
APPLICATION -
Well, it feels good to be back. Luggage tags, security lines, airport food ..... all signs that I am back on the road again. Uncle Pete would be so proud to know I am continuing to do what I love and learn my way through the world. He always called me his little world traveler .... and today ... I am just that!
REFLECTION -
As exhausting as traveling gets, I am blessed to do what I love and see the world while doing so.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Feelings Of The Spirit - Day 107 of 365
MEMORY -
Peter always said the things that sat heavy on his heart. One of the many reasons I respected him and listened when he spoke. I knew that when he spoke from the heart, something powerful was about to be heard.
APPLICATION -
My spirit moved me to words today .... not on my blog, but through a post in response to a online forum. I needed some strength to respond and state some facts. Facts some people may not want to hear. I needed strength to say what was on my heart. With the support of my friends and the lessons I learned from Pete, I was able to get the words off my heart and onto paper all in a heartfelt manner.
REFLECTION -
When the spirit talks, listen and react. Grab a pen if you have to.
Peter always said the things that sat heavy on his heart. One of the many reasons I respected him and listened when he spoke. I knew that when he spoke from the heart, something powerful was about to be heard.
APPLICATION -
My spirit moved me to words today .... not on my blog, but through a post in response to a online forum. I needed some strength to respond and state some facts. Facts some people may not want to hear. I needed strength to say what was on my heart. With the support of my friends and the lessons I learned from Pete, I was able to get the words off my heart and onto paper all in a heartfelt manner.
REFLECTION -
When the spirit talks, listen and react. Grab a pen if you have to.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Pete's Cheese Burger Diet - Day 106 of 365
MEMORY -
One time I remember Peter coming home from work and bragging about the new diet he created. It was a cheeseburger diet. He would go to Mc Donalds and order one cheeseburger per day. That's it ..... nothing else, just one cheeseburger a day. Didn't last long ..... what was my crazy Uncle thinking ????
APPLICATION -
Started a diet today and remembered Peter's. No cheeseburgers for me ..... chicken, eggs and broccoli, here I come!!!!
REFLECTION -
Even though his diet didn't make sense .... it gave us all a chuckle to see him so confident about something so insane!
One time I remember Peter coming home from work and bragging about the new diet he created. It was a cheeseburger diet. He would go to Mc Donalds and order one cheeseburger per day. That's it ..... nothing else, just one cheeseburger a day. Didn't last long ..... what was my crazy Uncle thinking ????
APPLICATION -
Started a diet today and remembered Peter's. No cheeseburgers for me ..... chicken, eggs and broccoli, here I come!!!!
REFLECTION -
Even though his diet didn't make sense .... it gave us all a chuckle to see him so confident about something so insane!
Reality Check - Day 105 of 365
This post is for January 10th, 2011
MEMORY -
Today, I don't recall a memory, I recall a feeling.
APPLICATION -
Had a moment of doubt today. I couldn't believe Peter was gone. It was a feeling that I get from time to time, but today it was more intense than ever. Reality is what it is.
REFLECTION -
It's his presence within me that makes it seem as if he isn't really gone, but it doesn't change the fact that I miss seeing him and hearing his voice.
MEMORY -
Today, I don't recall a memory, I recall a feeling.
APPLICATION -
Had a moment of doubt today. I couldn't believe Peter was gone. It was a feeling that I get from time to time, but today it was more intense than ever. Reality is what it is.
REFLECTION -
It's his presence within me that makes it seem as if he isn't really gone, but it doesn't change the fact that I miss seeing him and hearing his voice.
Coco Loco Day - Day 104 of 365
This post is for January 9th, 2011
MEMORY -
We were all relaxing on the beach enjoying the sand and the sun. I talked Uncle Pete into getting a Coco Loco ( the island drink ) After drinking a few strong ones, he attempted to get off of his beach chair. With much poise and grace, he lost his balance and fell into the sand. His face was red with laughter. He dusted himself off while continuing to sip his drink as if nothing had ever happened.
APPLICATION -
On the island today. Didn't have the island special, but I did laugh to myself remembering Pete and his Coco Loco fall.
REFLECTION -
Some just can't keep up ;-)
MEMORY -
We were all relaxing on the beach enjoying the sand and the sun. I talked Uncle Pete into getting a Coco Loco ( the island drink ) After drinking a few strong ones, he attempted to get off of his beach chair. With much poise and grace, he lost his balance and fell into the sand. His face was red with laughter. He dusted himself off while continuing to sip his drink as if nothing had ever happened.
APPLICATION -
On the island today. Didn't have the island special, but I did laugh to myself remembering Pete and his Coco Loco fall.
REFLECTION -
Some just can't keep up ;-)
Beach Babes - Day 103 of 365
This post is for January 8th, 2011
MEMORY -
The year we went on our first cruise together as a family, we all decided to wear the same shirt. The shirts the boys picked out were white with blue tropical flowers. Mom and I loved them NOT taking notice to the Sexy beach babes that were camouflaged in with the flowers. We wore them anyways. It was Pete's favorite shirt by far!
APPLICATION -
Erik walked out of the bathroom this morning and said "I'm wearing Uncle Pete's favorite shirt" It delighted me that he kept the shirt and remembered who's favorite it was.
REFLECTION -
Bummed that I can't find mine ;-(
MEMORY -
The year we went on our first cruise together as a family, we all decided to wear the same shirt. The shirts the boys picked out were white with blue tropical flowers. Mom and I loved them NOT taking notice to the Sexy beach babes that were camouflaged in with the flowers. We wore them anyways. It was Pete's favorite shirt by far!
APPLICATION -
Erik walked out of the bathroom this morning and said "I'm wearing Uncle Pete's favorite shirt" It delighted me that he kept the shirt and remembered who's favorite it was.
REFLECTION -
Bummed that I can't find mine ;-(
A Moment Alone - Day 102 of 365
This post is for January 7th, 2011
MEMORY -
The cruising memories. Ahhhhhh, the sun, the sand, the water and the FOOD!!!!! Can't beat it! I remember Uncle Pete and the quiet moment he took for himself. We were on the beach at one of the islands when him and I decided to take a walk to the other side of the island. We were geared with our cameras and enthusiasm. Pete took off on his own to take some photos of the ocean, while I stayed behind looking for sea shells. I remember standing there watching him soak in that moment. A moment alone with his finger on the shutter and his toes in the water. A man whom I loved, loving the moment he was in. A moment, I'll never forget. So special I had to get a picture of it. I yelled for him to turn around and wave. A simple wave never looked so profound.
APPLICATION -
Aboard the NEW Disney "DREAM" we set sail across the sea. I was sure to take a moment by myself and enjoy everything that surrounded me. I felt Peter's spirit become one with the wind that blew through my hair.
REFLECTION -
Once again, Pete and I were taking another quiet walk together.
MEMORY -
The cruising memories. Ahhhhhh, the sun, the sand, the water and the FOOD!!!!! Can't beat it! I remember Uncle Pete and the quiet moment he took for himself. We were on the beach at one of the islands when him and I decided to take a walk to the other side of the island. We were geared with our cameras and enthusiasm. Pete took off on his own to take some photos of the ocean, while I stayed behind looking for sea shells. I remember standing there watching him soak in that moment. A moment alone with his finger on the shutter and his toes in the water. A man whom I loved, loving the moment he was in. A moment, I'll never forget. So special I had to get a picture of it. I yelled for him to turn around and wave. A simple wave never looked so profound.
APPLICATION -
Aboard the NEW Disney "DREAM" we set sail across the sea. I was sure to take a moment by myself and enjoy everything that surrounded me. I felt Peter's spirit become one with the wind that blew through my hair.
REFLECTION -
Once again, Pete and I were taking another quiet walk together.
Cruise Countdown - Day 101 of 365
This post is for January 6th, 2011
MEMORY -
I remember the countdowns Pete would text our family prior to a vacation. Cruising was the best. He loved to vacation on the ocean and didn't waste anytime preparing for it. The text messages I would get were so cute, as I could feel his excitement in every word. Even the simple short ones ...... "tick, tock, tick tock, tick, tock ......."
APPLICATION -
It's the day before we set sail!!!! I am soooo excited! I've already begun sending out my countdown text messages!
REFLECTION -
"tick, tock, tick, tock, tick tock ........"
MEMORY -
I remember the countdowns Pete would text our family prior to a vacation. Cruising was the best. He loved to vacation on the ocean and didn't waste anytime preparing for it. The text messages I would get were so cute, as I could feel his excitement in every word. Even the simple short ones ...... "tick, tock, tick tock, tick, tock ......."
APPLICATION -
It's the day before we set sail!!!! I am soooo excited! I've already begun sending out my countdown text messages!
REFLECTION -
"tick, tock, tick, tock, tick tock ........"
A Sweet Accident - Day 100 of 365
This post is for January 5th, 2011
MEMORY -
One of Peter's favorite things to eat were his desserts. Pete LOVED to dunk his baked goods into coffee and milk. When I say dunk ..... I mean dunk!!! Slam dunk!!! He must have been told by someone down the road that it was bad manners to dunk your food in your drinks ..... so over the years, Peter created a way to dunk that wasn't so obvious, but obviously hilarious !!!!!
He would sit in deep conversation eating his sweets (usually almond biscotti). The deeper the conversation the funny the whole thing seemed. He would "accidentally" loose balance of his biscotti upon his fork, and drop it into his drink. Coffee would splatter everywhere while acting over dramatic about the loss, letting out an "oops" as if it were truly an accident. He would then go fishing for it with his fork, pick it up, toss it in his mouth and sit there with the biggest smile on his face. It was a common "accident" during dessert time in the DeLuca home.
APPLICATION -
Erik was given a box of biscotti's for Christmas. He tore open the box and began to indulge. I had just made a cup of coffee ( a drink that I love, Erik doesn't). He told me to bring it over to him so he could do some dunking. I was surprised since he doesn't like coffee, but maybe just a dip was all he could handle. We sat there remembering Pete and his "accidental" slam dunks. We laughed together, never to forget the sweet moments Uncle Pete created at our dinner table.
REFLECTION -
Life is short ..... there is always room for a few bad manners, especially dunking!
MEMORY -
One of Peter's favorite things to eat were his desserts. Pete LOVED to dunk his baked goods into coffee and milk. When I say dunk ..... I mean dunk!!! Slam dunk!!! He must have been told by someone down the road that it was bad manners to dunk your food in your drinks ..... so over the years, Peter created a way to dunk that wasn't so obvious, but obviously hilarious !!!!!
He would sit in deep conversation eating his sweets (usually almond biscotti). The deeper the conversation the funny the whole thing seemed. He would "accidentally" loose balance of his biscotti upon his fork, and drop it into his drink. Coffee would splatter everywhere while acting over dramatic about the loss, letting out an "oops" as if it were truly an accident. He would then go fishing for it with his fork, pick it up, toss it in his mouth and sit there with the biggest smile on his face. It was a common "accident" during dessert time in the DeLuca home.
APPLICATION -
Erik was given a box of biscotti's for Christmas. He tore open the box and began to indulge. I had just made a cup of coffee ( a drink that I love, Erik doesn't). He told me to bring it over to him so he could do some dunking. I was surprised since he doesn't like coffee, but maybe just a dip was all he could handle. We sat there remembering Pete and his "accidental" slam dunks. We laughed together, never to forget the sweet moments Uncle Pete created at our dinner table.
REFLECTION -
Life is short ..... there is always room for a few bad manners, especially dunking!
To Teach Is To Learn Twice - Day 99 of 365
This post is for January 4th, 2011
MEMORY -
Peter loved to teach. Some of his favorite things he educated people about were travel, business, electronics and life. I'll never forget all the moments we shared together when I was the student, and he was the teacher.
APPLICATION -
Today, I had a lineup of lessons to teach throughout the evening. Every time I teach, I learn something new. Could be something new about my students, something new about myself or something new about my art .... I'm always learning. Tonight during my lessons, something was mentioned in conversation that sparked a memory of Pete.
O- how I miss being the student ..... particularly his. He took hold of your attention like no other, taking you on a journey of new discovery. He tapped into his "storyteller side" and gave you good information that you were sure to retain for a very long time. His teaching approach seemed natural and seasoned. I loved it. I didn't care what he was showing me, I was always there to listen and learn.
I continued my lesson with a Pete influenced teaching approach ...... it was a total success!
REFLECTION -
They say "To teach is to learn twice" ..... Pete loved to learn as much as he loved to teach. Now I know why he taught so much.
Sometimes the best information is FREE taught by the BEST teachers around ..... your family.
MEMORY -
Peter loved to teach. Some of his favorite things he educated people about were travel, business, electronics and life. I'll never forget all the moments we shared together when I was the student, and he was the teacher.
APPLICATION -
Today, I had a lineup of lessons to teach throughout the evening. Every time I teach, I learn something new. Could be something new about my students, something new about myself or something new about my art .... I'm always learning. Tonight during my lessons, something was mentioned in conversation that sparked a memory of Pete.
O- how I miss being the student ..... particularly his. He took hold of your attention like no other, taking you on a journey of new discovery. He tapped into his "storyteller side" and gave you good information that you were sure to retain for a very long time. His teaching approach seemed natural and seasoned. I loved it. I didn't care what he was showing me, I was always there to listen and learn.
I continued my lesson with a Pete influenced teaching approach ...... it was a total success!
REFLECTION -
They say "To teach is to learn twice" ..... Pete loved to learn as much as he loved to teach. Now I know why he taught so much.
Sometimes the best information is FREE taught by the BEST teachers around ..... your family.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Christmas In My Heart - Day 98 of 365
This post is for January 3rd, 2010
MEMORY -
Peter WAS the essence of Christmas. The twinkle in his eyes was the same as the twinkle in Santa's. The magic he brought to our family seemed like it came straight from the mountain tops of the north pole. His smile spoke of pure joy ..... the kind you are most familiar with on Christmas morning. His ability to wrap a present so beautifully, you could have sworn an elf did all the work. His spirit soared through our hearts as fast as reindeer soar through the midnight's sky. His presence was more captivating than the tree that stands tall in Rockefeller Center. He was the essence ......
Everything about Pete radiated the feel of Christmas. Everything.
APPLICATION -
Today, I took down the Christmas decorations. I looked forward to having my house clean and color coordinating again, but I was going to miss the cheerfulness the decorations brought to our home. The little Santa by the front wouldn't greet me at the door anymore. The stack of magical books would no longer speak to my inner child. The lights in my home won't twinkle like the ones on my tree. The house won't carry a scent of mistletoe anymore, the scent that brought back so many warm memories from my childhood during the holidays. No, the house just wasn't going to be the same.
REFLECTION -
Decorations are put away and the house is clean. The mantle seems naked, the banister, a bore. The house smells sweet, but not of holiday cheer. Like the story of Cinderella, midnight has struck, and things have changed back to the way they usually are. I sit in silence missing the magic that is now stored under the stairs. I'll spend the rest of today figuring out how to bring about the essence of Christmas on a day out of December. Just looked at a picture of Uncle Pete and found the essence of Christmas. He's in my heart and therefore a special part of Christmas will be enjoyed all year long.
MEMORY -
Peter WAS the essence of Christmas. The twinkle in his eyes was the same as the twinkle in Santa's. The magic he brought to our family seemed like it came straight from the mountain tops of the north pole. His smile spoke of pure joy ..... the kind you are most familiar with on Christmas morning. His ability to wrap a present so beautifully, you could have sworn an elf did all the work. His spirit soared through our hearts as fast as reindeer soar through the midnight's sky. His presence was more captivating than the tree that stands tall in Rockefeller Center. He was the essence ......
Everything about Pete radiated the feel of Christmas. Everything.
APPLICATION -
Today, I took down the Christmas decorations. I looked forward to having my house clean and color coordinating again, but I was going to miss the cheerfulness the decorations brought to our home. The little Santa by the front wouldn't greet me at the door anymore. The stack of magical books would no longer speak to my inner child. The lights in my home won't twinkle like the ones on my tree. The house won't carry a scent of mistletoe anymore, the scent that brought back so many warm memories from my childhood during the holidays. No, the house just wasn't going to be the same.
REFLECTION -
Decorations are put away and the house is clean. The mantle seems naked, the banister, a bore. The house smells sweet, but not of holiday cheer. Like the story of Cinderella, midnight has struck, and things have changed back to the way they usually are. I sit in silence missing the magic that is now stored under the stairs. I'll spend the rest of today figuring out how to bring about the essence of Christmas on a day out of December. Just looked at a picture of Uncle Pete and found the essence of Christmas. He's in my heart and therefore a special part of Christmas will be enjoyed all year long.
Forgetful Me - Day 97 of 365
This post is for January 2nd, 2010
MEMORY -
Memories ...... the good, the bad, the happy the sad ....... we have them all. The memories I have of Peter, move me in such a way that I write about him everyday. The good, the bad ...... it doesn't matter. Through them all, I am able to relive, reconnect and relearn.
APPLICATION -
Today, I was a bit forgetful. I left something small behind at the hotel. Upon the removal of the bracelet, I remember saying in my head "I won't forget you!" ...... well ...... I forgot. Just a cheap bangle ....... but it wasn't the point. My memory (yes even at age 27) is not as sharp as it once was. If I am forgetting stuff now ...... I can just imagine what will happen in the years ahead!!!!
REFLECTION -
Today I am thankful for the ability to jot down my memories, thoughts and reflections. This is an important year in my life. A year long journey with Peter, that I never want to forget.
MEMORY -
Memories ...... the good, the bad, the happy the sad ....... we have them all. The memories I have of Peter, move me in such a way that I write about him everyday. The good, the bad ...... it doesn't matter. Through them all, I am able to relive, reconnect and relearn.
APPLICATION -
Today, I was a bit forgetful. I left something small behind at the hotel. Upon the removal of the bracelet, I remember saying in my head "I won't forget you!" ...... well ...... I forgot. Just a cheap bangle ....... but it wasn't the point. My memory (yes even at age 27) is not as sharp as it once was. If I am forgetting stuff now ...... I can just imagine what will happen in the years ahead!!!!
REFLECTION -
Today I am thankful for the ability to jot down my memories, thoughts and reflections. This is an important year in my life. A year long journey with Peter, that I never want to forget.
New Year Slumber - Day 96 of 365
This post is for January 1st, 2011
MEMORY -
The first of every year was a special day for our family. We would have an afternoon reservation at Bucca De Beppo. It was always made and paid for by Uncle Pete. We sat at the Chef's table every year, ate a huge meal and talked about the new year and what it had in store for us. A rare moment together, we could depend on every year, thanks to Pete.
APPLICATION -
Like every year on January 1st, I am working half the day. In the past years, I would wait until I was done teaching, rush off to my car and meet the family at Bucca's. This year, there was no rushing, and no meal at Bucca's. Instead, I took my time getting home, ate nothing and went straight to bed.
After Pete's funeral last year, we decided to eat at our favorite Chef's table. It was a nice closing to the day of special memory. That was the last time our family ate at Bucca Di Beppo's. It doesn't bother me, it actually comforts me. A gathering place of special meaning, continued to have special meaning with Pete in mind. Times have changed and the healing process has begun. Our family is creating new memories in new places, but forever remembering the ones that once were.
REFLECTION -
As much as I missed rushing to my car to meet the family for our yearly dinner, I was content with the change. I was so tired from the weekend's demands and recovering from a cold, I went home and crashed. I didn't awake till the next morning and it felt great! Other than having dinner at the Chef's table with Uncle Pete at our table, this was the next best way to celebrate the busy year ahead, SLEEP!
MEMORY -
The first of every year was a special day for our family. We would have an afternoon reservation at Bucca De Beppo. It was always made and paid for by Uncle Pete. We sat at the Chef's table every year, ate a huge meal and talked about the new year and what it had in store for us. A rare moment together, we could depend on every year, thanks to Pete.
APPLICATION -
Like every year on January 1st, I am working half the day. In the past years, I would wait until I was done teaching, rush off to my car and meet the family at Bucca's. This year, there was no rushing, and no meal at Bucca's. Instead, I took my time getting home, ate nothing and went straight to bed.
After Pete's funeral last year, we decided to eat at our favorite Chef's table. It was a nice closing to the day of special memory. That was the last time our family ate at Bucca Di Beppo's. It doesn't bother me, it actually comforts me. A gathering place of special meaning, continued to have special meaning with Pete in mind. Times have changed and the healing process has begun. Our family is creating new memories in new places, but forever remembering the ones that once were.
REFLECTION -
As much as I missed rushing to my car to meet the family for our yearly dinner, I was content with the change. I was so tired from the weekend's demands and recovering from a cold, I went home and crashed. I didn't awake till the next morning and it felt great! Other than having dinner at the Chef's table with Uncle Pete at our table, this was the next best way to celebrate the busy year ahead, SLEEP!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
A Happy New Year Wish-Day 95 of 365
This post is for December 31, 2010
MEMORY -
It isn't the memory I have, it's the memory I don't.
Every year for New Years I am surrounded by awesome people who come together on the same night and welcome in the New Year. Since that special night falls on a work weekend for me, sadly I am not with family. In the past 7 years, I can't recall the last time I had Peter by my side to say "Happy New Year" to.
APPLICATION -
There was music in my ears, flowers in my sight and someone in my heart. Right before the clock struck midnight, I remember sneaking out of my flower booth to go sit with hubby. On my way over, I felt something inside me say "Happy New Year, we are finally together"
REFLECTION -
"Yes, we r finally together, Happy New Year Uncle Pete"
MEMORY -
It isn't the memory I have, it's the memory I don't.
Every year for New Years I am surrounded by awesome people who come together on the same night and welcome in the New Year. Since that special night falls on a work weekend for me, sadly I am not with family. In the past 7 years, I can't recall the last time I had Peter by my side to say "Happy New Year" to.
APPLICATION -
There was music in my ears, flowers in my sight and someone in my heart. Right before the clock struck midnight, I remember sneaking out of my flower booth to go sit with hubby. On my way over, I felt something inside me say "Happy New Year, we are finally together"
REFLECTION -
"Yes, we r finally together, Happy New Year Uncle Pete"
A Different Part Of The Soul - Day 94 of 365
This post is for December 30th, 2010
MEMORY -
Peter loved his career in the book distribution world, but he was happiest when he was his own author from time to time writing about the passions in his life. Sometimes about his family and sometimes about his experiences ..... all were written beautifully and artistically worded.
APPLICATION -
Today felt great! With some help from my mom, her and I were able to set up a beautifully presented booth for my flowers. The territory was quite familiar, as the spot we set up in, was the corner of a ballroom at the New Years Floor Play Swing Dance event. I found myself in a state of "Ahhhhhh". I felt blessed beyond belief to be sitting in a place where one passion meets the next. The things I love, brought to the same spot at the same point in time. My artistry was now both on AND off the floor. I felt that my work as an artist is now at a balanced place and I couldn't be more happy.
REFLECTION -
I could just imagine how much joy Peter got while writing about a passion. Both writing and the thing he was writing about were two passions enjoyed in the same moment. Enjoying two passions at once , touches a whole different part of the soul.
MEMORY -
Peter loved his career in the book distribution world, but he was happiest when he was his own author from time to time writing about the passions in his life. Sometimes about his family and sometimes about his experiences ..... all were written beautifully and artistically worded.
APPLICATION -
Today felt great! With some help from my mom, her and I were able to set up a beautifully presented booth for my flowers. The territory was quite familiar, as the spot we set up in, was the corner of a ballroom at the New Years Floor Play Swing Dance event. I found myself in a state of "Ahhhhhh". I felt blessed beyond belief to be sitting in a place where one passion meets the next. The things I love, brought to the same spot at the same point in time. My artistry was now both on AND off the floor. I felt that my work as an artist is now at a balanced place and I couldn't be more happy.
REFLECTION -
I could just imagine how much joy Peter got while writing about a passion. Both writing and the thing he was writing about were two passions enjoyed in the same moment. Enjoying two passions at once , touches a whole different part of the soul.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Candlelight Tickets - Day 93 of 365
MEMORY -
Every year during the holidays, Pete would get our family Candlelight tickets (a Disney created tribute to the birth of Jesus Christ). We would sit, watch and enjoy the beautiful songs of praise and celebration. A family tradition that Pete was in charge of year after year.
APPLICATION -
Today, Mom shared with me an e-mail she found. It was a conversation she had with Pete about Candlelight. He states " Got the Candlelight tickets this morning. It's for Sunday December 3rd."
It's incredible how something so simple and informative can bring about so much emotion. Mom admitted to being a little misty eyed after reading it. It was Pete's "thing" ..... and this year it was hers.
REFLECTION -
I wrote back to Mom "Amazing how he finds a way everyday to keep himself remembered"
Every year during the holidays, Pete would get our family Candlelight tickets (a Disney created tribute to the birth of Jesus Christ). We would sit, watch and enjoy the beautiful songs of praise and celebration. A family tradition that Pete was in charge of year after year.
APPLICATION -
Today, Mom shared with me an e-mail she found. It was a conversation she had with Pete about Candlelight. He states " Got the Candlelight tickets this morning. It's for Sunday December 3rd."
It's incredible how something so simple and informative can bring about so much emotion. Mom admitted to being a little misty eyed after reading it. It was Pete's "thing" ..... and this year it was hers.
REFLECTION -
I wrote back to Mom "Amazing how he finds a way everyday to keep himself remembered"
Blog Of Healing - Day 92 of 365
This post is for December 28th, 2010
MEMORY -
How much we were missing Pete shortly after he left us
APPLICATION -
Today, Dad and I got together for lunch. In midst of conversation he said " I really miss Pete, he was such a good guy. I love your blog, he would be so proud. When it's published someday, I want a copy" What do you say to that? Nothing. All you can do is say "Thank You" and listen.
I feel the same way more often than not, but I've learned how to filter those feelings of loss. Writing this blog not only has kept Pete's memory alive, but it's also allowed me to be with him everyday in a very quiet, intimate way. Yes, I miss the physical Pete, but the spiritual Pete is very much alive more now than ever. It's the essence of his spirit that makes his memory so memorable.
If I didn't get my feelings out on paper ..... I would be speaking it everyday.
REFLECTION -
This blog continues to be a healing tool for me and my family.
MEMORY -
How much we were missing Pete shortly after he left us
APPLICATION -
Today, Dad and I got together for lunch. In midst of conversation he said " I really miss Pete, he was such a good guy. I love your blog, he would be so proud. When it's published someday, I want a copy" What do you say to that? Nothing. All you can do is say "Thank You" and listen.
I feel the same way more often than not, but I've learned how to filter those feelings of loss. Writing this blog not only has kept Pete's memory alive, but it's also allowed me to be with him everyday in a very quiet, intimate way. Yes, I miss the physical Pete, but the spiritual Pete is very much alive more now than ever. It's the essence of his spirit that makes his memory so memorable.
If I didn't get my feelings out on paper ..... I would be speaking it everyday.
REFLECTION -
This blog continues to be a healing tool for me and my family.
" I No Feelie To Good" - Day 91 of 365
This post is for December 27th, 2010
MEMORY -
When Pete was at his worse with a cold. His posture would slouch as he slowly came pounding down the stairs in his navy blue robe and slippers. He would make his way into the living then plop himself in the recliner. If you asked him how he was doing he would respond in a dramatic high toned voice "I no feelie to good" A statement commonly used by his Mother when she was under the weather.
APPLICATION -
Today ..... "I no feelie to good".......
REFLECTION -
In my robe and slippers popping some Nyquil ..... nite nite.
MEMORY -
When Pete was at his worse with a cold. His posture would slouch as he slowly came pounding down the stairs in his navy blue robe and slippers. He would make his way into the living then plop himself in the recliner. If you asked him how he was doing he would respond in a dramatic high toned voice "I no feelie to good" A statement commonly used by his Mother when she was under the weather.
APPLICATION -
Today ..... "I no feelie to good".......
REFLECTION -
In my robe and slippers popping some Nyquil ..... nite nite.
Birthday Wishes - Day 90 of 365
This post is for December 26, 2010
MEMORY -
The feeling I took for granted when I opened a birthday card from Uncle Pete that surprisingly had his voice recorded with a personalized greeting.
APPLICATION -
As I was cleaning out my scrapbook room, I came across that birthday card with his recorded greeting. I opened it with curiosity and heard his voice. It was surreal to hear him again. He spoke about all the good things in my life and all the good things ahead. I found comfort in his soothing voice. O how I miss that voice.
REFLECTION -
A birthday card not appreciated as much then, as it is now.
MEMORY -
The feeling I took for granted when I opened a birthday card from Uncle Pete that surprisingly had his voice recorded with a personalized greeting.
APPLICATION -
As I was cleaning out my scrapbook room, I came across that birthday card with his recorded greeting. I opened it with curiosity and heard his voice. It was surreal to hear him again. He spoke about all the good things in my life and all the good things ahead. I found comfort in his soothing voice. O how I miss that voice.
REFLECTION -
A birthday card not appreciated as much then, as it is now.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Best Christmas Gift EVER - Day 89 of 365
This post is for December 25th, 2010
MEMORY -
Living much "in the moment" since I have started this blog. Living like a loved one has taught me so much about Peter as well as myself, I am thankful to have the opportunity to write about him. When I hit my full year of blogs, I hope to get it published so others who have had a loss can find comfort and closeness to their loved one.
APPLICATION -
Mom called me over to sit next to her and open the last gift. In our family, the BIG gift was saved for last. I didn't have anything BIG on my list so I had no idea what it could have been. As I moved the tissue paper, one side off the other, I saw a book that was titled "Living Like a Loved One". It was a collaboration of all my blogs to date. She added a few new pictures of Pete as well as including "Exercise" and "Journal" areas to each post. She will put a new one together once I am done with my year long commitment. I will then have a manuscript I can share with publishers. I instantly began to cry saying in a weepy voice ....... " I love it" ......
REFLECTION -
The feeling of "WOW" came over me. For the first time I was able to physically hold the last 81 days in my hands ..... felt amazing.
REFLECTION
MEMORY -
Living much "in the moment" since I have started this blog. Living like a loved one has taught me so much about Peter as well as myself, I am thankful to have the opportunity to write about him. When I hit my full year of blogs, I hope to get it published so others who have had a loss can find comfort and closeness to their loved one.
APPLICATION -
Mom called me over to sit next to her and open the last gift. In our family, the BIG gift was saved for last. I didn't have anything BIG on my list so I had no idea what it could have been. As I moved the tissue paper, one side off the other, I saw a book that was titled "Living Like a Loved One". It was a collaboration of all my blogs to date. She added a few new pictures of Pete as well as including "Exercise" and "Journal" areas to each post. She will put a new one together once I am done with my year long commitment. I will then have a manuscript I can share with publishers. I instantly began to cry saying in a weepy voice ....... " I love it" ......
REFLECTION -
The feeling of "WOW" came over me. For the first time I was able to physically hold the last 81 days in my hands ..... felt amazing.
REFLECTION
Our Gift's From The Heart - Day 88 of 365
This post is for December 24th, 2010
MEMORY -
I remember, as a complete family the moments together in front of the fire, next to the tree, sharing our gifts from the heart with one another. A very special tradition that brought our family together to celebrate the true meaning of Christmas.
APPLICATION -
Today, all the Deluca's were together. Both Pete and Grandma's spirit felt present throughout the house. It was time to share our gifts from the heart .... and boy our hearts were ready!
Christian did a hilarious song and dance with a "Disney feel" about working for the company. He had help from Mom and I have to say I was very impressed. His timing and showmanship was quiet captivating and I thought I was the ONLY performer in the family!
Dad shared his love of photography. He went through some of his most recent holiday shots and found the one that seemed to represent Christmas the best. His picture was of a girl hugging Santa during a meet and greet. The smile upon her face was full of love and magic, while Santa closed his eyes and sat in the joy of the young child. Absolutely explained what Christmas is all about.
Mom shared an old e-mail conversation she had with Pete that she printed and saved from about 10 years ago. It was an intimate conversation about both life and death. It was everything we needed to hear on a night like this. The most fond family memory we have is of the snow trip to Breckenridge in 2008. Mom gave us a reminder of that trip in key chain form. She downsized all the page layouts from her Breckenridge scrapbook, laminated them and made them into key chains. A moment in time we can instantly relive thanks to her.
Erik shared his recent discovery with the word Charisma. Comparing the word to "Christmas" .... Christmas being the birth of Christ .... and the relation between Christ and Charisma.
Charisma : .a certain quality of an individual personality, by virtue of which one is "set apart" from ordinary people and treated as endowed with supernatural, superhuman, or at least specifically exceptional powers or qualities. These as such are not accessible to the ordinary person, but are regarded as divine in origin or as exemplary, and on the basis of them the individual concerned is treated as a leader.[2]
Then it was my turn. I found a treasure at a local Hallmark store that spoke to me. It was a
"Christmas In Heaven" poem. A beautiful poem about a passed spirit explaining how they
are celebrating Christmas with Jesus this year.
I gave the card to each member of the family along with an old gift tag with Peter's writing.
I feel like I have been in touch with Peter since he's been gone, the blog helping me
maintain that relationship. I decided it would be a good idea for the family to add their own
thoughts and memories of Pete in tonight's blog. Here's what they had to say :
Erik - " It was awesome to watch Pete while he watched others open gifts from him.
Something so jubilant and raw, felt by everyone in his presence."
Christian - "I remember when I would get excited over a new game. Peter would share in
my excitement and rush me to the nearest Game Stop. We would search each shelf until we
found the new masterpiece from EA. When we got home, I would immediately
pop in the game and start it up. We picked up our controllers and and played for hours. I
could always count of Pete to be my second player"
Mom - "Words With Friends, my new favorite app for the IPhone. I wish Pete had known
about it - he was our dictionary. I know I would have been challenged. In the meantime
I have Erik to keep me on my toes!"
Dad - "Every year, Peter would wish you "Merry Christmas"in his own special way, by
simply saying "Merry Berries""
Jen - Pete WAS Christmas ..... he was tradition, he was heart, he was joy and he was love, not
just at Christmas, but all year long.
REFLECTION -
Even though we were minus one physically ....... it felt like we were all together spiritually.
What a very Merry Christmas we all had together.
MEMORY -
I remember, as a complete family the moments together in front of the fire, next to the tree, sharing our gifts from the heart with one another. A very special tradition that brought our family together to celebrate the true meaning of Christmas.
APPLICATION -
Today, all the Deluca's were together. Both Pete and Grandma's spirit felt present throughout the house. It was time to share our gifts from the heart .... and boy our hearts were ready!
Christian did a hilarious song and dance with a "Disney feel" about working for the company. He had help from Mom and I have to say I was very impressed. His timing and showmanship was quiet captivating and I thought I was the ONLY performer in the family!
Dad shared his love of photography. He went through some of his most recent holiday shots and found the one that seemed to represent Christmas the best. His picture was of a girl hugging Santa during a meet and greet. The smile upon her face was full of love and magic, while Santa closed his eyes and sat in the joy of the young child. Absolutely explained what Christmas is all about.
Mom shared an old e-mail conversation she had with Pete that she printed and saved from about 10 years ago. It was an intimate conversation about both life and death. It was everything we needed to hear on a night like this. The most fond family memory we have is of the snow trip to Breckenridge in 2008. Mom gave us a reminder of that trip in key chain form. She downsized all the page layouts from her Breckenridge scrapbook, laminated them and made them into key chains. A moment in time we can instantly relive thanks to her.
Erik shared his recent discovery with the word Charisma. Comparing the word to "Christmas" .... Christmas being the birth of Christ .... and the relation between Christ and Charisma.
Charisma : .a certain quality of an individual personality, by virtue of which one is "set apart" from ordinary people and treated as endowed with supernatural, superhuman, or at least specifically exceptional powers or qualities. These as such are not accessible to the ordinary person, but are regarded as divine in origin or as exemplary, and on the basis of them the individual concerned is treated as a leader.[2]
Then it was my turn. I found a treasure at a local Hallmark store that spoke to me. It was a
"Christmas In Heaven" poem. A beautiful poem about a passed spirit explaining how they
are celebrating Christmas with Jesus this year.
I gave the card to each member of the family along with an old gift tag with Peter's writing.
I feel like I have been in touch with Peter since he's been gone, the blog helping me
maintain that relationship. I decided it would be a good idea for the family to add their own
thoughts and memories of Pete in tonight's blog. Here's what they had to say :
Erik - " It was awesome to watch Pete while he watched others open gifts from him.
Something so jubilant and raw, felt by everyone in his presence."
Christian - "I remember when I would get excited over a new game. Peter would share in
my excitement and rush me to the nearest Game Stop. We would search each shelf until we
found the new masterpiece from EA. When we got home, I would immediately
pop in the game and start it up. We picked up our controllers and and played for hours. I
could always count of Pete to be my second player"
Mom - "Words With Friends, my new favorite app for the IPhone. I wish Pete had known
about it - he was our dictionary. I know I would have been challenged. In the meantime
I have Erik to keep me on my toes!"
Dad - "Every year, Peter would wish you "Merry Christmas"in his own special way, by
simply saying "Merry Berries""
Jen - Pete WAS Christmas ..... he was tradition, he was heart, he was joy and he was love, not
just at Christmas, but all year long.
REFLECTION -
Even though we were minus one physically ....... it felt like we were all together spiritually.
What a very Merry Christmas we all had together.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
"A Snowy Night" - Day 87 of 365
This post is for Thursday December 23,2010
MEMORY -
December 23, 1995 .... Pete created his gift from the heart for our family. A poem dedicated to his mother the month she passed away.
" A Snowy Night" By Peter DeLuca
A young girl walks home one evening.
It's been snowing, more or less, all day long, but now the snow come like a white waterfall.
The flakes large and wet, dancing through the cold night air.
Tumbling, twirling, catching the moonlight as they fall.
Touching everything, covering the grass, the sidewalk, the front steps.
Blanketing the street, quieting the night noises.
It's unusually quiet .... like putting your ears into a warm, white pillow in a cold bed and listening to your thoughts get louder and louder.
The world has gone white .....
The snow, the moon, the streetlights all blur into one winter white.
The absence of color is barley noticed.
It is as though there is only one color, everything else is unnecessary.
The snow amplifies quiet, and diminishes confusion.
Each flake, like each person is individually complicated, unique and never to be duplicated.
But when millions fall to the earth in an hour, they surrender their complexity to leave one lasting impression.
An impression so powerful, so moving, it might last a lifetime.
It embeds itself into the memory.
It burrows into the unconscious.
It penetrates into the heart ... where it finds a welcome home and soon becomes a friend.
Life plays with us.
It tempts us with things.
It seduces us with self-importance.
It convinces us that we are invincible.
It makes a great noise of itself ... and then we need the snow quiet and then we need the old friend.
The young girl becomes a new bride
A new mother
A new grandmother
and finally ..... an old woman.
The light begins to fail, the world becomes confusion.
The strong legs that once walked in the quiet deep snow... weaken
But the heart memory grows younger, stronger, more real than reality.
And in the end, the world grows simpler and quieter once more.
Forever .....
APPLICATION -
This evening, surrounded by warm glowing Christmas lights, I read his labor of love ........ I'm celebrating inside to know that mother and son are together again this Christmas and like Pete stated in his poem ... they are younger, stronger and more real than reality. Their world is simple and quiet once more ...... forever.
REFLECTION -
My spirit looks forward to the day we are all together, once again feeling the joy of Christmas for the rest of eternity.
MEMORY -
December 23, 1995 .... Pete created his gift from the heart for our family. A poem dedicated to his mother the month she passed away.
" A Snowy Night" By Peter DeLuca
A young girl walks home one evening.
It's been snowing, more or less, all day long, but now the snow come like a white waterfall.
The flakes large and wet, dancing through the cold night air.
Tumbling, twirling, catching the moonlight as they fall.
Touching everything, covering the grass, the sidewalk, the front steps.
Blanketing the street, quieting the night noises.
It's unusually quiet .... like putting your ears into a warm, white pillow in a cold bed and listening to your thoughts get louder and louder.
The world has gone white .....
The snow, the moon, the streetlights all blur into one winter white.
The absence of color is barley noticed.
It is as though there is only one color, everything else is unnecessary.
The snow amplifies quiet, and diminishes confusion.
Each flake, like each person is individually complicated, unique and never to be duplicated.
But when millions fall to the earth in an hour, they surrender their complexity to leave one lasting impression.
An impression so powerful, so moving, it might last a lifetime.
It embeds itself into the memory.
It burrows into the unconscious.
It penetrates into the heart ... where it finds a welcome home and soon becomes a friend.
Life plays with us.
It tempts us with things.
It seduces us with self-importance.
It convinces us that we are invincible.
It makes a great noise of itself ... and then we need the snow quiet and then we need the old friend.
The young girl becomes a new bride
A new mother
A new grandmother
and finally ..... an old woman.
The light begins to fail, the world becomes confusion.
The strong legs that once walked in the quiet deep snow... weaken
But the heart memory grows younger, stronger, more real than reality.
And in the end, the world grows simpler and quieter once more.
Forever .....
APPLICATION -
This evening, surrounded by warm glowing Christmas lights, I read his labor of love ........ I'm celebrating inside to know that mother and son are together again this Christmas and like Pete stated in his poem ... they are younger, stronger and more real than reality. Their world is simple and quiet once more ...... forever.
REFLECTION -
My spirit looks forward to the day we are all together, once again feeling the joy of Christmas for the rest of eternity.
A Purple Bag Of Opportunity - Day 86 of 365
This post is for Wednesday, December 22, 2010
MEMORY -
A beautiful purple bag with felt stripes on the outside and a ribbon draped handle. It was a classy gift bag Peter gave to me during one of our Christmas's together. The tag attached said " To Jen and Erik, Love Uncle Pete" It had a flare of magic to it then, and it still does today.
APPLICATION -
Today was one of those days where a frown was turned upside down. I was having a rough day until I realized something of GREAT importance. When one door closes, another one opens .... and today ..... it opened! Not only did another door open, but it was the door that shut that led me to this new door of opportunity. I came across a handmade gift store just a few doors down from the dance studio I will soon be retiring from. Walking my new path into my handmade flower business (Blessing Bouquets) I've been looking for a fun place to sell them. Sure enough on my way to class tonight, I discovered the cute little art store.
I was a few mins early for class so I decided to stop in. I happened to have some flowers with me in the purple bag Pete gave me. I brought them in and showed the owner. They loved what they saw and invited my product to be a part of their store.It was the PERFECT place for my product and was owned by other local artists. I felt at home with the store and the treasures that surrounded me.
REFLECTION -
Peter always supported my craft and was amazed with my artistic ability. It just felt right to show my flowers in the bag that he gave me. I felt that he was with me in this new venture, giving me strength and confidence to follow yet another one of my dreams. "Thank You Uncle Pete. I feel you everyday in everything I do. I continue to adore my bag and plan on putting it to good use, holding my flowers while I bring them from studio to store."
MEMORY -
A beautiful purple bag with felt stripes on the outside and a ribbon draped handle. It was a classy gift bag Peter gave to me during one of our Christmas's together. The tag attached said " To Jen and Erik, Love Uncle Pete" It had a flare of magic to it then, and it still does today.
APPLICATION -
Today was one of those days where a frown was turned upside down. I was having a rough day until I realized something of GREAT importance. When one door closes, another one opens .... and today ..... it opened! Not only did another door open, but it was the door that shut that led me to this new door of opportunity. I came across a handmade gift store just a few doors down from the dance studio I will soon be retiring from. Walking my new path into my handmade flower business (Blessing Bouquets) I've been looking for a fun place to sell them. Sure enough on my way to class tonight, I discovered the cute little art store.
I was a few mins early for class so I decided to stop in. I happened to have some flowers with me in the purple bag Pete gave me. I brought them in and showed the owner. They loved what they saw and invited my product to be a part of their store.It was the PERFECT place for my product and was owned by other local artists. I felt at home with the store and the treasures that surrounded me.
REFLECTION -
Peter always supported my craft and was amazed with my artistic ability. It just felt right to show my flowers in the bag that he gave me. I felt that he was with me in this new venture, giving me strength and confidence to follow yet another one of my dreams. "Thank You Uncle Pete. I feel you everyday in everything I do. I continue to adore my bag and plan on putting it to good use, holding my flowers while I bring them from studio to store."
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
God's Light Show - Day 85 of 365
This post is for Tuesday, December 21 2010
MEMORY -
Today I remember Pete's love for our family and how giving he was.
If we had told him that we wanted the stars in the sky .... without hesitation, he would find a way to pull them down.
APPLICATION -
My husband and I woke up at 3:00 am and walked outside with anticipation. We had never seen a lunar eclipse before and were eager to witness something so rare. The sight was one so beautifully different, it kept us captivated for some time. Erik ran back inside to warm up and watch through the dining room window. I however sat on the driveway, in my big fluffy robe and slippers, holding my dog close gazing at the sky like a baby gazes at it's mother's first glance. The blocking of the moonlight caused all the stars to magically appear before me and shine with bright intensity. The blackness of the sky was the truest black I had ever seen. I couldn't help but feel the love of God and the presence of Pete. Just for a brief moment, I felt a sense of world peace in MY world. This was God's light show. More brilliant than any house on the block lit for the holidays, the moon seemed to take on the characteristics of a mood ring, ever so slowly changing it's color.
I glanced down the block, both directions. Not one person was out to see such a rare work of nature. Erik had went back to bed and the dog was getting antsy. I brought the dog back inside, made a u turn towards the door and realized, this may be a moment that was to be shared between God, Peter and myself. I sat on the driveway, closed my eyes and opened my heart.
REFLECTION -
Sadly enough, I can't put into words what I experienced in that moment under the blanket of stars. The only thing I can put into words is ....... "They" say that God speaks to you in the crazy hours of the morning ....... yah..... "They" are right.
MEMORY -
Today I remember Pete's love for our family and how giving he was.
If we had told him that we wanted the stars in the sky .... without hesitation, he would find a way to pull them down.
APPLICATION -
My husband and I woke up at 3:00 am and walked outside with anticipation. We had never seen a lunar eclipse before and were eager to witness something so rare. The sight was one so beautifully different, it kept us captivated for some time. Erik ran back inside to warm up and watch through the dining room window. I however sat on the driveway, in my big fluffy robe and slippers, holding my dog close gazing at the sky like a baby gazes at it's mother's first glance. The blocking of the moonlight caused all the stars to magically appear before me and shine with bright intensity. The blackness of the sky was the truest black I had ever seen. I couldn't help but feel the love of God and the presence of Pete. Just for a brief moment, I felt a sense of world peace in MY world. This was God's light show. More brilliant than any house on the block lit for the holidays, the moon seemed to take on the characteristics of a mood ring, ever so slowly changing it's color.
I glanced down the block, both directions. Not one person was out to see such a rare work of nature. Erik had went back to bed and the dog was getting antsy. I brought the dog back inside, made a u turn towards the door and realized, this may be a moment that was to be shared between God, Peter and myself. I sat on the driveway, closed my eyes and opened my heart.
REFLECTION -
Sadly enough, I can't put into words what I experienced in that moment under the blanket of stars. The only thing I can put into words is ....... "They" say that God speaks to you in the crazy hours of the morning ....... yah..... "They" are right.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Pete's Gift From The Heart - Day 84 of 365
MEMORY -
Every Christmas Eve before midnight mass, our family would gather around the fireplace, enjoy some good eats and share our gifts from the heart. Gifts From The Heart was a tradition that my mom started when I was a little girl. Like many kids on Christmas, I kept asking about the presents.... mom noticed and took action to show me what Christmas was all about. Christmas wasn't about the gifts we buy, yet the gifts that come from the heart. We each brought something personal to the evening. I had brought the fun of entertainment with song and dance and my brother brought the joy of laughter with jokes and skits. Dad would bring characters to life with 3D animated holiday greetings, while Mom brought us to tears with insightful words of love and faith.
Uncle Pete brought us to thought, taking us to a place in our minds and hearts, we didn't even know existed.
It was Christmas Eve 1996, a year after Pete's mom had passed.
Every Sunday our family joined together in the front row at church. To our right in the next section over, sat an old man and his adult son. His son had Cerebral Palsy and was limited to a wheel chair. The father's touch seemed to calm the boy, as he would hold his hand and stroke it softly. A few times during the service, the father would take his hankie and wipe the mouth of his son, put the hankie away and continue to hold his trembling child.
Pete took notice and was touched at the sight of unconditional love. So touched, he decided to include his observations in his gift from the heart. He went on to talk about Grandma, how unconditional her love was for her sons. Just before concluding his thoughts, he gave each of us one of Grandmas hankies. This way, we will remember the "hankie story" and the unconditional love that brought it to life.
APPLICATION -
Today, Uncle Pete guided me from a distance, inspiring me to create an AWESOME gift from the heart this year!
REFLECTION -
Looking back on that intimate Christmas Eve in December 1996, it was a good thing Peter gave us hankies, we were all in tears and happily so.
Every Christmas Eve before midnight mass, our family would gather around the fireplace, enjoy some good eats and share our gifts from the heart. Gifts From The Heart was a tradition that my mom started when I was a little girl. Like many kids on Christmas, I kept asking about the presents.... mom noticed and took action to show me what Christmas was all about. Christmas wasn't about the gifts we buy, yet the gifts that come from the heart. We each brought something personal to the evening. I had brought the fun of entertainment with song and dance and my brother brought the joy of laughter with jokes and skits. Dad would bring characters to life with 3D animated holiday greetings, while Mom brought us to tears with insightful words of love and faith.
Uncle Pete brought us to thought, taking us to a place in our minds and hearts, we didn't even know existed.
It was Christmas Eve 1996, a year after Pete's mom had passed.
Every Sunday our family joined together in the front row at church. To our right in the next section over, sat an old man and his adult son. His son had Cerebral Palsy and was limited to a wheel chair. The father's touch seemed to calm the boy, as he would hold his hand and stroke it softly. A few times during the service, the father would take his hankie and wipe the mouth of his son, put the hankie away and continue to hold his trembling child.
Pete took notice and was touched at the sight of unconditional love. So touched, he decided to include his observations in his gift from the heart. He went on to talk about Grandma, how unconditional her love was for her sons. Just before concluding his thoughts, he gave each of us one of Grandmas hankies. This way, we will remember the "hankie story" and the unconditional love that brought it to life.
APPLICATION -
Today, Uncle Pete guided me from a distance, inspiring me to create an AWESOME gift from the heart this year!
REFLECTION -
Looking back on that intimate Christmas Eve in December 1996, it was a good thing Peter gave us hankies, we were all in tears and happily so.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
The Rock In My Life - Day 83 of 365
MEMORY -
Peter had two stones he had a liking for. Tiger's Eye and Hematite. He wouldn't pass them by without telling me how much he loved them.
APPLICATION -
Today, I received an e-mail from a friend about the origins of first names. Peter's name was listed as "A rock. Peter the biblical fisherman and apostle had impulsive nature and rock like faith" Although Uncle Pete was no where near a fisherman, he definitely had a rock like faith. His show of faith was humble but extremely personal. Being the elder in the family, he seemed to be the rock for us all staying grounded to reality and connected to life.
I took some time this evening and held two of Pete's stones. Yes, Hematite and Tiger's Eye are quite beautiful, I see now why he found them so remarkable.
REFLECTION -
As quoted by Jim Carrey " Nothing on this earth was created without intent".
From the stars up above to the rocks down below they all have a purpose, as do you and I. I may not know the purpose to all things in life, but I do know two things for sure, Pete was my rock and I was his star.
Peter had two stones he had a liking for. Tiger's Eye and Hematite. He wouldn't pass them by without telling me how much he loved them.
APPLICATION -
Today, I received an e-mail from a friend about the origins of first names. Peter's name was listed as "A rock. Peter the biblical fisherman and apostle had impulsive nature and rock like faith" Although Uncle Pete was no where near a fisherman, he definitely had a rock like faith. His show of faith was humble but extremely personal. Being the elder in the family, he seemed to be the rock for us all staying grounded to reality and connected to life.
I took some time this evening and held two of Pete's stones. Yes, Hematite and Tiger's Eye are quite beautiful, I see now why he found them so remarkable.
REFLECTION -
As quoted by Jim Carrey " Nothing on this earth was created without intent".
From the stars up above to the rocks down below they all have a purpose, as do you and I. I may not know the purpose to all things in life, but I do know two things for sure, Pete was my rock and I was his star.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Angel Nightlight - Day 82 of 365
MEMORY -
During Pete's last days, I brought over my favorite nightlight to set a soft loving glow in his room. It was a gold angel with a beautiful crystal positioned at the bottom. I felt that the angel held a small part of myself. When I couldn't be with him, I at least knew there was angel was by his side.
The light soon went back to it's original home (my scrapbook room). In preparation for an out of town guest, I was cleaning the guest room when something told me to put the angel light in the room, so I did and it didn't go unnoticed.
APPLICATION -
I had an interesting conversation about last night's blog with a friend. He had just spent the previous week at my house and had a question for me. He asked if the nightlight in the guest room had any significance. After telling him the story, we were both a little surprised how the night light story he brought up went hand in hand with the blog from last night "Death Bed vs Birth Blanket" Day 81 of 365.
REFLECTION -
As I am growing older, I am learning who my soul mates are. Our spirits know each other better than our minds. This particular friend is just one of those people.
For some reason, I was moved to bring the angel light into his room, sure enough, he noticed it and questioned me about it. I don't doubt for one second that Peter had something to do with it. Whenever you get "a feeling" that's usually your spirit talking. I'm sure Peter wanted me to share his light with someone else and gave me "that feeling". It was able to shed light through the darkness, guiding yet another loved spirit into a place of newness. A perfect addition to the guest room!
During Pete's last days, I brought over my favorite nightlight to set a soft loving glow in his room. It was a gold angel with a beautiful crystal positioned at the bottom. I felt that the angel held a small part of myself. When I couldn't be with him, I at least knew there was angel was by his side.
The light soon went back to it's original home (my scrapbook room). In preparation for an out of town guest, I was cleaning the guest room when something told me to put the angel light in the room, so I did and it didn't go unnoticed.
APPLICATION -
I had an interesting conversation about last night's blog with a friend. He had just spent the previous week at my house and had a question for me. He asked if the nightlight in the guest room had any significance. After telling him the story, we were both a little surprised how the night light story he brought up went hand in hand with the blog from last night "Death Bed vs Birth Blanket" Day 81 of 365.
REFLECTION -
As I am growing older, I am learning who my soul mates are. Our spirits know each other better than our minds. This particular friend is just one of those people.
For some reason, I was moved to bring the angel light into his room, sure enough, he noticed it and questioned me about it. I don't doubt for one second that Peter had something to do with it. Whenever you get "a feeling" that's usually your spirit talking. I'm sure Peter wanted me to share his light with someone else and gave me "that feeling". It was able to shed light through the darkness, guiding yet another loved spirit into a place of newness. A perfect addition to the guest room!
Friday, December 17, 2010
Death Bed vs Birth Blanket - Day 81 of 365
MEMORY -
A sad, but very vivid memory ...... our family preparing for Pete's hospice experience. I was shopping at Bed, Bath and Beyond when I received a phone call from Uncle Pete. His voice was worn as his sentences were broken up with severe hiccups that were being caused by the cancer. Nothing could prepare me to hear what was about to come out of his mouth. In a calm, relaxed voice he said "Hunny, can you pick up a pair of sheets for my hospice bed?" I stuttered over my words trying to find the simple one worded "yes" answer. I followed with "Any particular kind?" I know it wouldn't matter to him, but it was the only thing I could think of saying, still in a state of shock. I remember thinking to myself "These are the sheets he will die in" It had finally hit me of how real this whole thing was becoming. Death was approaching and there was nothing we could do but prepare, that's exactly what Pete did. As freaked out as I was by the whole thing, I was honored to do him one last favor. I ended up picking out the softest sheet set in the store. He deserved nothing but the best ..... all the way till the end.
With sheets at hand, I assured him I bought the comfiest. He thanked me and in a stern voice said " I'll pay you when you get here" I abruptly said " I got it covered, please just go rest" With Pete still maintaining the little independence he had left he said "Jenny, don't be silly, please take the money, I won't have you pay for this" At that moment, I realized that this had nothing to do with money. He was going to a place where money was no longer needed. I felt he wanted to stay in control with his hospice decision all the way down to the minor details. A sense of control, in an uncontrollable situation seemed to comfort him deeply. After all, this is what Hospice is all about ....... comfort. It was only right that I do what was asked of me.
When I handed him the sheets, he took his wallet out to give me money. So shook up by the whole thing, I don't even recall anything past the wallet. I don't remember me taking the money nor rejecting it, but whatever I did, it must have made Pete happy.
APPLICATION -
This evening, I was at Mom and Dad's house going over the Holiday schedule for the weeks to come. Mom and I found our way into her scrapbook room chatting like two best friends do. During our talk, Peter's sheet set came up. It was brief, hardly talked about and actually led into another topic of discussion. It stuck in the back of my mind throughout our chat, as I began reliving that day at Bed, Bath and Beyond. I began to feel Peter's spirit fill the space around me. After all, the scrapbook room was the room where Peter passed, making that moment of reflection even more real and impactful.
REFLECTION -
I feel death is very similar to birth. It's not an end, yet a re-birth of your spiritual self. When you are born, the nurse gently wraps you up in a birth blanket and hands you over to your mother. In this case, I was the nurse bringing Peter his second birth blanket, while his mother, yet again awaits his birth but this time, from the other side. Birth and Death are merely moments of un-experienced "newness"in which both are comforted in softness.
It was a heart crushing thing to do at the time, but it was in this state of helplessness, I was really helping the most.
A sad, but very vivid memory ...... our family preparing for Pete's hospice experience. I was shopping at Bed, Bath and Beyond when I received a phone call from Uncle Pete. His voice was worn as his sentences were broken up with severe hiccups that were being caused by the cancer. Nothing could prepare me to hear what was about to come out of his mouth. In a calm, relaxed voice he said "Hunny, can you pick up a pair of sheets for my hospice bed?" I stuttered over my words trying to find the simple one worded "yes" answer. I followed with "Any particular kind?" I know it wouldn't matter to him, but it was the only thing I could think of saying, still in a state of shock. I remember thinking to myself "These are the sheets he will die in" It had finally hit me of how real this whole thing was becoming. Death was approaching and there was nothing we could do but prepare, that's exactly what Pete did. As freaked out as I was by the whole thing, I was honored to do him one last favor. I ended up picking out the softest sheet set in the store. He deserved nothing but the best ..... all the way till the end.
With sheets at hand, I assured him I bought the comfiest. He thanked me and in a stern voice said " I'll pay you when you get here" I abruptly said " I got it covered, please just go rest" With Pete still maintaining the little independence he had left he said "Jenny, don't be silly, please take the money, I won't have you pay for this" At that moment, I realized that this had nothing to do with money. He was going to a place where money was no longer needed. I felt he wanted to stay in control with his hospice decision all the way down to the minor details. A sense of control, in an uncontrollable situation seemed to comfort him deeply. After all, this is what Hospice is all about ....... comfort. It was only right that I do what was asked of me.
When I handed him the sheets, he took his wallet out to give me money. So shook up by the whole thing, I don't even recall anything past the wallet. I don't remember me taking the money nor rejecting it, but whatever I did, it must have made Pete happy.
APPLICATION -
This evening, I was at Mom and Dad's house going over the Holiday schedule for the weeks to come. Mom and I found our way into her scrapbook room chatting like two best friends do. During our talk, Peter's sheet set came up. It was brief, hardly talked about and actually led into another topic of discussion. It stuck in the back of my mind throughout our chat, as I began reliving that day at Bed, Bath and Beyond. I began to feel Peter's spirit fill the space around me. After all, the scrapbook room was the room where Peter passed, making that moment of reflection even more real and impactful.
REFLECTION -
I feel death is very similar to birth. It's not an end, yet a re-birth of your spiritual self. When you are born, the nurse gently wraps you up in a birth blanket and hands you over to your mother. In this case, I was the nurse bringing Peter his second birth blanket, while his mother, yet again awaits his birth but this time, from the other side. Birth and Death are merely moments of un-experienced "newness"in which both are comforted in softness.
It was a heart crushing thing to do at the time, but it was in this state of helplessness, I was really helping the most.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Friend-ly Introduction - Day 80 of 365
MEMORY -
Everyone who was apart of me, was a part of my family. They knew my Uncle and the joy he brought to our hearts. I looked forward to introducing my closest of friends to him, he loved to see what company I kept! Some were crazy and loud, some were quiet and studious ...... didn't matter to him, if they were a friend of mine, they were a friend of his.
APPLICATION -
In the midst of a good conversation with a close friend, I realized this person never had the chance to meet Uncle Pete. It saddened me to know that there would be people in my life who would never get the chance to meet Peter. He was just one of those people who you thought the whole world should be acquainted with. The world would be a better place if there were more Peter DeLuca's.
My heart was put to ease when my friend said "It's through you I get to meet him. Although I haven't met him personally, I feel I already know so much about him"
REFLECTION -
I'm fortunate to have someone in my life who reminds me that Uncle Pete lives from within. He's in my soul and therefore remains alive and present for all to enjoy.
Everyone who was apart of me, was a part of my family. They knew my Uncle and the joy he brought to our hearts. I looked forward to introducing my closest of friends to him, he loved to see what company I kept! Some were crazy and loud, some were quiet and studious ...... didn't matter to him, if they were a friend of mine, they were a friend of his.
APPLICATION -
In the midst of a good conversation with a close friend, I realized this person never had the chance to meet Uncle Pete. It saddened me to know that there would be people in my life who would never get the chance to meet Peter. He was just one of those people who you thought the whole world should be acquainted with. The world would be a better place if there were more Peter DeLuca's.
My heart was put to ease when my friend said "It's through you I get to meet him. Although I haven't met him personally, I feel I already know so much about him"
REFLECTION -
I'm fortunate to have someone in my life who reminds me that Uncle Pete lives from within. He's in my soul and therefore remains alive and present for all to enjoy.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A Christmas In Heaven - Day 79 of 365
MEMORY -
I remember the morning that Pete's mother passed away. It was December 15th, 1995. We emotionally woke up to the phone call we were all dreading to get. It was early in the morning and still dark outside. I remember the Christmas Tree shining unusually bright as if each light let off a neon glow. We collected our things and headed out the door to the hospital. Grandma had been sick for some time and suffering a little more as the days went on. As much as it saddened us to hear the news, we were thankful she was no longer in a state of suffering but rather in a state of love. My Dad and Uncle Pete took it hard, as it was their last immediate family member to pass. The boys helped each other to cope with the loss and kept her memory alive every chance they would get.
APPLICATION -
It was 15 years today that Grandma entered the gates of Heaven.
REFLECTION -
Uncle Pete and Grandma get to spend Christmas together this year ......... how awesome is that?!?!?
I remember the morning that Pete's mother passed away. It was December 15th, 1995. We emotionally woke up to the phone call we were all dreading to get. It was early in the morning and still dark outside. I remember the Christmas Tree shining unusually bright as if each light let off a neon glow. We collected our things and headed out the door to the hospital. Grandma had been sick for some time and suffering a little more as the days went on. As much as it saddened us to hear the news, we were thankful she was no longer in a state of suffering but rather in a state of love. My Dad and Uncle Pete took it hard, as it was their last immediate family member to pass. The boys helped each other to cope with the loss and kept her memory alive every chance they would get.
APPLICATION -
It was 15 years today that Grandma entered the gates of Heaven.
REFLECTION -
Uncle Pete and Grandma get to spend Christmas together this year ......... how awesome is that?!?!?
Pete On A Snow Tube - Day 78 of 365
This post is for Tuesday December 14th, 2010
MEMORY -
It was a memory from a few years back. Our family had gone on a magical snow vacation to Breckenridge. We all saw a side of Pete that we had never seen before. During one VERY cold afternoon, we decided to do a little snow tubing. It was the first time we had ever done something like this as a family and I have to say, it saddens me that it was the last.
We all took turns partnering up and plunging down the scariest of slopes. We each hooked onto each others tube and held on for dear life! The workers would count us off to 3, then push us down the icy path of bitter cold excitement! Pete and I partnered up a few times and boy was that fun! I'll never forget the thrilling look on his face while racing down the slope, he would bend his head down and nuzzle his mouth in his scarf protecting himself from the freezing wind. Each tube would slide to a stop, our noses frozen and our laughter loud with joy. Before I could help Pete get out of his tube, he was asking to go up the slope again. We even caught him a few times up on the slope going down by himself, soaking up a moment alone with his adrenaline rush and the soft falling snow. It was one of the many highlights our family experienced during week long vacation in Breckenridge.
APPLICATION -
I was in the kitchen when I heard "Oh my gosh! It's the snow tube ticket from Breckenridge!" Still attached to Erik's jacket was his snow tubing ticket. It was dated December 10th 2008. We sat for a second remembering what good times our family had together that week, the snow tubing being one of our favorites!
REFLECTION -
Special moments like this don't come around often. Having your loved ones near, all experiencing something new together on a beautiful snowy day in December, how fortunate we all were!
MEMORY -
It was a memory from a few years back. Our family had gone on a magical snow vacation to Breckenridge. We all saw a side of Pete that we had never seen before. During one VERY cold afternoon, we decided to do a little snow tubing. It was the first time we had ever done something like this as a family and I have to say, it saddens me that it was the last.
We all took turns partnering up and plunging down the scariest of slopes. We each hooked onto each others tube and held on for dear life! The workers would count us off to 3, then push us down the icy path of bitter cold excitement! Pete and I partnered up a few times and boy was that fun! I'll never forget the thrilling look on his face while racing down the slope, he would bend his head down and nuzzle his mouth in his scarf protecting himself from the freezing wind. Each tube would slide to a stop, our noses frozen and our laughter loud with joy. Before I could help Pete get out of his tube, he was asking to go up the slope again. We even caught him a few times up on the slope going down by himself, soaking up a moment alone with his adrenaline rush and the soft falling snow. It was one of the many highlights our family experienced during week long vacation in Breckenridge.
APPLICATION -
I was in the kitchen when I heard "Oh my gosh! It's the snow tube ticket from Breckenridge!" Still attached to Erik's jacket was his snow tubing ticket. It was dated December 10th 2008. We sat for a second remembering what good times our family had together that week, the snow tubing being one of our favorites!
REFLECTION -
Special moments like this don't come around often. Having your loved ones near, all experiencing something new together on a beautiful snowy day in December, how fortunate we all were!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Time Heals - Day 77 of 365
This post is for Monday, December 13th, 2010
MEMORY -
Missing Pete last Christmas. Missing him to the point of having to disconnect myself from the holidays all together.
APPLICATION -
I sit here in my living room admiring the Christmas decor that surrounds me. I have finally allowed myself to enjoy the holidays again, appreciating every memory I had with Pete in this house and at this time.
REFLECTION -
Only time heals.
MEMORY -
Missing Pete last Christmas. Missing him to the point of having to disconnect myself from the holidays all together.
APPLICATION -
I sit here in my living room admiring the Christmas decor that surrounds me. I have finally allowed myself to enjoy the holidays again, appreciating every memory I had with Pete in this house and at this time.
REFLECTION -
Only time heals.
Christmas Lights - Day 76 of 365
This post is for December 12th, 2010
MEMORY -
Pete's spirit touched mine many times throughout the years. The Christmas season seemed to be the time of year when his spirit seemed the most joyous and vibrant. You could feel it as soon as you were in his company. A feeling that eased the soul and melted the heart. He radiated of humor and love.
APPLICATION -
As I look at the the Christmas lights upon each house, I think of Pete's spirit a glow. So bright, so colorful. Each light having it's individual warm glow giving light to whatever was in it's presence. Much like Peter's spirit ...... colorfully bright and shedding light to whomever was in his company.
REFLECTION -
The light in a bulb will eventually burn out, while the light of a spirit will only grow brighter
MEMORY -
Pete's spirit touched mine many times throughout the years. The Christmas season seemed to be the time of year when his spirit seemed the most joyous and vibrant. You could feel it as soon as you were in his company. A feeling that eased the soul and melted the heart. He radiated of humor and love.
APPLICATION -
As I look at the the Christmas lights upon each house, I think of Pete's spirit a glow. So bright, so colorful. Each light having it's individual warm glow giving light to whatever was in it's presence. Much like Peter's spirit ...... colorfully bright and shedding light to whomever was in his company.
REFLECTION -
The light in a bulb will eventually burn out, while the light of a spirit will only grow brighter
Inner Child Magic - Day 75 of 365
This post is for Saturday December 11, 2010
MEMORY -
I was totally connected to Pete's inner child. He embraced that side of himself and shared it with our family quite often. He was DEFINITELY a BIG kid. Disney World would inspire that inner child to come out and play. No matter how many times he rode an attraction or stood on the side lines of a parade, he would be touched by a different level of magic every visit.
APPLICATION -
Tonight I brought a good friend to Disney. Walking through the park brought back some awesome memories of Pete and his inner child. An inner child playing with mine ..... creating magical memories for the both of us.
REFLECTION -
MEMORY -
I was totally connected to Pete's inner child. He embraced that side of himself and shared it with our family quite often. He was DEFINITELY a BIG kid. Disney World would inspire that inner child to come out and play. No matter how many times he rode an attraction or stood on the side lines of a parade, he would be touched by a different level of magic every visit.
APPLICATION -
Tonight I brought a good friend to Disney. Walking through the park brought back some awesome memories of Pete and his inner child. An inner child playing with mine ..... creating magical memories for the both of us.
REFLECTION -
His spirit was clearly with us in the parks ..... an ageless spirit that is now able to enjoy his inner child for the rest of eternity.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Light Switch - Day 74 of 365
MEMORY -
A portable light switch. Something so simple yet so highly effective when it came to "lights out time". I bought Peter the cool little gadget along with getting one for myself. He LOVED the "As Seen On T.V" product as much as I did. He'd pick it up, flip the switch, shouting out a sound of delight. I loved to see him get tickled over the small things in life.
APPLICATION -
Walking through CVS, I passed through the "As Seen On T.V" aisle. For just a moment, I looked through the products wondering what I would have bought him this Christmas if he was around.
When I got home, I walked into my room and grabbed my portable light switch. I flipped it on and off a few times, getting a simple thrill from the convenience of not having to walk to the wall or reach under the lamp shade.
REFLECTION -
Just like the switch, Pete's spirit is portable and always near by. He immediately brings me light so I don't have to walk through darkness to find it.
Finding Balance - Day 73 of 365
This blog is for Thursday December 9th, 2010
MEMORY -
MEMORY -
Peter had a very balanced life. Just enough time at work, just enough time at home. I admire people who are able to maintain balance in an often unbalanced world, he was one of those people.
APPLICATION -
Today was one of those days. The day when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and find yourself staying there all day long. I had no energy, unable to put any out into the world. I had lost balance and needed to gain it back. I asked myself "What would Uncle Pete do?" In a matter of minutes, I got a text from my mom confirming our evening plans with the family. A hearty dinner and a night of board games was exactly what I needed. Pete would stop the chaos of his unbalanced day and regain it by doing the things he loved in the company of those who loved him.
REFLECTION -
A balanced life begins and ends at home.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
There When Needed - Day 72 of 365
MEMORY -
Whenever I was in the need for advice or inspiration, Pete was the man I turned too. It was on his couch, I would sit and listen, finding the answers to most of my questions.
APPLICATION -
Spent the last few months searching for inspiration. Today I sat on Pete's couch and instantly, inspiration was found. Questions were answered and troubles were put to ease.
REFLECTION -
I'm unable to see him, nor can I feel him although not forgetting he's everywhere around me speaking from within.
Whenever I was in the need for advice or inspiration, Pete was the man I turned too. It was on his couch, I would sit and listen, finding the answers to most of my questions.
APPLICATION -
Spent the last few months searching for inspiration. Today I sat on Pete's couch and instantly, inspiration was found. Questions were answered and troubles were put to ease.
REFLECTION -
I'm unable to see him, nor can I feel him although not forgetting he's everywhere around me speaking from within.
Carpet Cleaning Day - Day 71 of 365
This post is for Tuesday 12/7
MEMORY -
All of Uncle Pete's visits to my home. He would walk through the front door with the happiest of smiles, walk past the staircase, plop on the couch and say " What a beautiful home you have Jenny, I'm so proud of you" He created moments to remember for our entire family in each and every room.
APPLICATION -
I was very unpleased with a chore on my to do list today ..... shampooing the carpets!!!!!! As I would finish one room and move into another, memories of Pete would come into focus. The dinning room, where the stomach and soul were satisfied along with the living room, a place where stories and dreams came alive. Pete was apart of it all, each room having their own memories and energy.
REFLECTION -
Next time the carpet is due for a cleaning, I'll be less likely to close my eyes and complain but more likely to open my eyes and remember.
MEMORY -
All of Uncle Pete's visits to my home. He would walk through the front door with the happiest of smiles, walk past the staircase, plop on the couch and say " What a beautiful home you have Jenny, I'm so proud of you" He created moments to remember for our entire family in each and every room.
APPLICATION -
I was very unpleased with a chore on my to do list today ..... shampooing the carpets!!!!!! As I would finish one room and move into another, memories of Pete would come into focus. The dinning room, where the stomach and soul were satisfied along with the living room, a place where stories and dreams came alive. Pete was apart of it all, each room having their own memories and energy.
REFLECTION -
Next time the carpet is due for a cleaning, I'll be less likely to close my eyes and complain but more likely to open my eyes and remember.
Monday, December 6, 2010
A Book To Remember - Day 70 of 365
This post is for Monday 12/6
MEMORY -
I will never forget Pete's request to be cremated and put into an urn in the shape of a book. It represented all that he was while here on earth. Well worded, full of knowledge and always a page away from a good story.
APPLICATION -
Took a trip to my parents house today. While sitting in the living room with Dad, he spoke about wanting to have Christmas at their house, because that's where Pete was. "He's too heavy to lift and bring over to your house" Dad said jokingly with a smile.
REFLECTION -
A year ago, Dad would have never lightly spoken about Pete's urn like he did today. It was not a sign of disrespect, yet a sign of acceptance and healing. Peter wouldn't have wanted us to be sad every time we caught glance of his remains. It's comforting to watch over the physical part of the person that is no longer needed in the spiritual world. Pete is still very much alive continuing to be an open book for our entire family. The urn is simply a reminder of what he once was and what he needs not to be anymore.
MEMORY -
I will never forget Pete's request to be cremated and put into an urn in the shape of a book. It represented all that he was while here on earth. Well worded, full of knowledge and always a page away from a good story.
APPLICATION -
Took a trip to my parents house today. While sitting in the living room with Dad, he spoke about wanting to have Christmas at their house, because that's where Pete was. "He's too heavy to lift and bring over to your house" Dad said jokingly with a smile.
REFLECTION -
A year ago, Dad would have never lightly spoken about Pete's urn like he did today. It was not a sign of disrespect, yet a sign of acceptance and healing. Peter wouldn't have wanted us to be sad every time we caught glance of his remains. It's comforting to watch over the physical part of the person that is no longer needed in the spiritual world. Pete is still very much alive continuing to be an open book for our entire family. The urn is simply a reminder of what he once was and what he needs not to be anymore.
The Perfect Retirement - Day 69 of 365
This post is for Sunday Dec 5th, 2010
MEMORY -
I remember getting aggravated with the physical demands of Peter's job. As he grew older, I was more concerned with his well being at work. He was the manager of the same book distribution company for many years. He worked hard and was very dedicated to his career. Some mornings, he would need to be at the airport at 4:30 am to stock shelves and meet with store managers. The book filled totes he had to lift on and off the truck were extremely heavy and more than enough weight for a man of his age to be lifting. Pete hardly ever complained and did what he had to do. I on the other hand felt a weight of guilt on my shoulders. Owning a business and being my own boss was truly working a "retirement position". I could call my own shots, rest when I was tired, make good money and create flexible schedules. Not to mention my job as a dance instructor is pure fun and always a joy. Here is man, close to his retirement, doing the physical labors of an 18 year old kid. Over time, his aging body had more and more difficulty with the work at hand.
After all those years of hard work, his retirement was finally here. It wasn't long after when he was hit with life changing news. He had cancer that was completely untreatable and quickly spreading throughout his body. His days of work were coming to an end while his hard earned retirement was unable to begin.
APPLICATION -
I had a great weekend teaching dance for the students of New York and New Jersey. My evening was over and my body was feeling fatigued and a little sore. As I got out of the car, I slightly twisted my knee. I went inside, sat with an ice pack and began to think of Pete. I'm 27 and already feeling the results of aging, I can't imagine what aches and pains Peter experienced in his mid 60's working the job he did. He did it every day, and no matter how much it hurt to see it, he loved what he did. Pete would rather have felt the physical pains of the job than to feel the pain of having no job at all.
REFLECTION -
I commend Peter for all that he did for his company. I admire his dedication, physical labor and willingness to make the company the best it could be. On earth, he had an aching body and driven soul. Today, he continues to have the same driven soul without the distraction of the aching body, giving him the perfect retirement he was ever so deserving of.
MEMORY -
I remember getting aggravated with the physical demands of Peter's job. As he grew older, I was more concerned with his well being at work. He was the manager of the same book distribution company for many years. He worked hard and was very dedicated to his career. Some mornings, he would need to be at the airport at 4:30 am to stock shelves and meet with store managers. The book filled totes he had to lift on and off the truck were extremely heavy and more than enough weight for a man of his age to be lifting. Pete hardly ever complained and did what he had to do. I on the other hand felt a weight of guilt on my shoulders. Owning a business and being my own boss was truly working a "retirement position". I could call my own shots, rest when I was tired, make good money and create flexible schedules. Not to mention my job as a dance instructor is pure fun and always a joy. Here is man, close to his retirement, doing the physical labors of an 18 year old kid. Over time, his aging body had more and more difficulty with the work at hand.
After all those years of hard work, his retirement was finally here. It wasn't long after when he was hit with life changing news. He had cancer that was completely untreatable and quickly spreading throughout his body. His days of work were coming to an end while his hard earned retirement was unable to begin.
APPLICATION -
I had a great weekend teaching dance for the students of New York and New Jersey. My evening was over and my body was feeling fatigued and a little sore. As I got out of the car, I slightly twisted my knee. I went inside, sat with an ice pack and began to think of Pete. I'm 27 and already feeling the results of aging, I can't imagine what aches and pains Peter experienced in his mid 60's working the job he did. He did it every day, and no matter how much it hurt to see it, he loved what he did. Pete would rather have felt the physical pains of the job than to feel the pain of having no job at all.
REFLECTION -
I commend Peter for all that he did for his company. I admire his dedication, physical labor and willingness to make the company the best it could be. On earth, he had an aching body and driven soul. Today, he continues to have the same driven soul without the distraction of the aching body, giving him the perfect retirement he was ever so deserving of.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Christmas Tree Lane - Day 68 of 365
This post is for Saturday 12/4/2010
MEMORY -
Christmas was a time of year that brought about many traditions. One of my favorite traditions was Pete's very own "Christmas Tree Lane". We headed over to Uncle Pete's house to open gifts on Christmas morning. Pete welcomed us in, while the sound of Christmas carols rushed out the door. To our surprise, we were walked into a lane of snow covered presents. Peter had made a trail of presents that started at the front door and ended at the tree sitting in the living room. I walked down the trail in amazement, as I had never seen anything like this before. It was beautiful!!!!! He titled it "Christmas Tree Lane" and created it every year on Christmas morning. His way of spreading the magic on the most magical of holidays.
APPLICATION -
My lunch consisted of great company, great food and great memories. My friend and ate our way through a hearty Bar-B-Q platter while sharing family stories from past holiday celebrations. Pete's special tradition came up in conversation as I began to explain how happy I was to have surprised Pete with my own Christmas tree lane the year before he passed.
REFLECTION -
Magic can be pulled from a hat, out of a sleeve or even taken from sight. Pete's magic was pulled from his creativity, taken from his heart and presented for all to enjoy. Christmas Tree lane will forever be in my family. Preserving Uncle Pete's magic means more to me now than it ever did before.
MEMORY -
Christmas was a time of year that brought about many traditions. One of my favorite traditions was Pete's very own "Christmas Tree Lane". We headed over to Uncle Pete's house to open gifts on Christmas morning. Pete welcomed us in, while the sound of Christmas carols rushed out the door. To our surprise, we were walked into a lane of snow covered presents. Peter had made a trail of presents that started at the front door and ended at the tree sitting in the living room. I walked down the trail in amazement, as I had never seen anything like this before. It was beautiful!!!!! He titled it "Christmas Tree Lane" and created it every year on Christmas morning. His way of spreading the magic on the most magical of holidays.
APPLICATION -
My lunch consisted of great company, great food and great memories. My friend and ate our way through a hearty Bar-B-Q platter while sharing family stories from past holiday celebrations. Pete's special tradition came up in conversation as I began to explain how happy I was to have surprised Pete with my own Christmas tree lane the year before he passed.
REFLECTION -
Magic can be pulled from a hat, out of a sleeve or even taken from sight. Pete's magic was pulled from his creativity, taken from his heart and presented for all to enjoy. Christmas Tree lane will forever be in my family. Preserving Uncle Pete's magic means more to me now than it ever did before.
WIth Me All The Way -Day 67 of 365
This post is for Friday (12/3)
MEMORY -
He was one of my biggest cheerleaders in life. If I had a dream, he pumped me up to get out there and make it happen!
APPLICATION -
Starting my little side business"Blessing Bouquets" has kept me extremely busy. Today, I was sitting in my scrapbook room, creating a business plan for the year ahead. I caught sight of my table top Christmas tree that held my uncles ornaments. Within seconds, I was flooded with marketing ideas and short terms goals. My pen couldn't move fast enough, as my mind and spirit were fully entertained with exciting possibilities.
REFLECTION -
He still listens, he still guides ...... more now than ever, he feels the passion behind my dreams. I know he will be with me all the way, seeing me through the birth of my new business.
MEMORY -
He was one of my biggest cheerleaders in life. If I had a dream, he pumped me up to get out there and make it happen!
APPLICATION -
Starting my little side business"Blessing Bouquets" has kept me extremely busy. Today, I was sitting in my scrapbook room, creating a business plan for the year ahead. I caught sight of my table top Christmas tree that held my uncles ornaments. Within seconds, I was flooded with marketing ideas and short terms goals. My pen couldn't move fast enough, as my mind and spirit were fully entertained with exciting possibilities.
REFLECTION -
He still listens, he still guides ...... more now than ever, he feels the passion behind my dreams. I know he will be with me all the way, seeing me through the birth of my new business.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The Bridal Collection - Day 66 of 365
MEMORY -
The year he had given me 12 mini old fashioned Christmas ornaments. They were in a white box with silver lettering. They were made in Germany, each one glistening with the finest glitter. They were the 12 blessings for newly weds. He had given them to me the year that Erik and I got married. December 2008. It was our last Christmas together. Last year, the family was sleep walking in a haze of mourning, we didn't celebrate like we had in the past. I remember looking at the box he had given me and realizing that I hadn't put them on a tree yet, nor was I going too. I had even gone out to buy a small desk tree to put them on, but I never got as far as opening the box. It was just too painful.
APPLICATION -
While continuing to decorate the house today, I came across the gorgeous box of ornaments from Uncle Pete. I took some time with the ornaments. This year, the holidays were reinvented and felt close to normal again. Without hesitation, I opening the box and began reading the descriptions given to each piece. I must have really had my mind elsewhere last year, I looked at the tree box and it was labeled "Lavender" ..... great .... a purple tree! I laughed to myself and plugged the tree into the wall anyways. The ornaments were girly looking, so I figured lavender was perfect!
I held each one in my hand for a while, thinking of Pete giving each one a gentle squeeze. When the tree was done, I began to cry. It's the second time since the night of his passing that I have allowed myself to take in the moment of missing him and let it all out. After a few minuets of crying, I stood the tree up in my scrapbook room on top of my television. Next to it, sat a gift I gave him for the holidays a few years back. It held tons of pictures of him caught in the most joyful of moments. Things in life come around full circle. It's now back in my care. His scrapbook sits there, keeping good watch over the blessings that hang from the lavender tree.
REFLECTION -
I'm thinking the box didn't need to be opened until the right time ..... today that time had come, meaning more to me than the day that it was received.
The year he had given me 12 mini old fashioned Christmas ornaments. They were in a white box with silver lettering. They were made in Germany, each one glistening with the finest glitter. They were the 12 blessings for newly weds. He had given them to me the year that Erik and I got married. December 2008. It was our last Christmas together. Last year, the family was sleep walking in a haze of mourning, we didn't celebrate like we had in the past. I remember looking at the box he had given me and realizing that I hadn't put them on a tree yet, nor was I going too. I had even gone out to buy a small desk tree to put them on, but I never got as far as opening the box. It was just too painful.
APPLICATION -
While continuing to decorate the house today, I came across the gorgeous box of ornaments from Uncle Pete. I took some time with the ornaments. This year, the holidays were reinvented and felt close to normal again. Without hesitation, I opening the box and began reading the descriptions given to each piece. I must have really had my mind elsewhere last year, I looked at the tree box and it was labeled "Lavender" ..... great .... a purple tree! I laughed to myself and plugged the tree into the wall anyways. The ornaments were girly looking, so I figured lavender was perfect!
I held each one in my hand for a while, thinking of Pete giving each one a gentle squeeze. When the tree was done, I began to cry. It's the second time since the night of his passing that I have allowed myself to take in the moment of missing him and let it all out. After a few minuets of crying, I stood the tree up in my scrapbook room on top of my television. Next to it, sat a gift I gave him for the holidays a few years back. It held tons of pictures of him caught in the most joyful of moments. Things in life come around full circle. It's now back in my care. His scrapbook sits there, keeping good watch over the blessings that hang from the lavender tree.
REFLECTION -
I'm thinking the box didn't need to be opened until the right time ..... today that time had come, meaning more to me than the day that it was received.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Pete's Penmanship - Day 65 of 365
MEMORY -
What is it about handwriting? When written by hand, words fall into an entirely different level of "personal" Uncle Pete had an interesting font. Sometimes, letters were capitalized in the middle of a word positioned at a slant, sometimes they weren't. His personality seem to flow onto the paper and into the ink, giving each letter a stroke of quirkiness. He was quite animated when he wrote. He'd raise his index finger to his face and give his glasses a courtesy bump up the nose. Once his sight was in check, he'd begin the writing. Just before lifting his pen from the paper, one final time, he'd end his last word with a quick stroke in an upward motion. His arm would fly in the air as if he just signed his life away, even if he was simply taking jotting down a number.
APPLICATION -
As I brought out the Christmas decorations from under the stairs, a gift bad caught my eye. The tag dangled from the handle stating "To Jenny, Love Uncle Pete xoxox" written out in his "interesting" font. I miss seeing his handwriting. I was fortunate to catch a glimpse of it this morning. One of those things you don't think you miss until it' isn't there anymore.
REFLECTION -
Amazing how Pete stays with me throughout my days. I feel him even through his penmanship!
What is it about handwriting? When written by hand, words fall into an entirely different level of "personal" Uncle Pete had an interesting font. Sometimes, letters were capitalized in the middle of a word positioned at a slant, sometimes they weren't. His personality seem to flow onto the paper and into the ink, giving each letter a stroke of quirkiness. He was quite animated when he wrote. He'd raise his index finger to his face and give his glasses a courtesy bump up the nose. Once his sight was in check, he'd begin the writing. Just before lifting his pen from the paper, one final time, he'd end his last word with a quick stroke in an upward motion. His arm would fly in the air as if he just signed his life away, even if he was simply taking jotting down a number.
APPLICATION -
As I brought out the Christmas decorations from under the stairs, a gift bad caught my eye. The tag dangled from the handle stating "To Jenny, Love Uncle Pete xoxox" written out in his "interesting" font. I miss seeing his handwriting. I was fortunate to catch a glimpse of it this morning. One of those things you don't think you miss until it' isn't there anymore.
REFLECTION -
Amazing how Pete stays with me throughout my days. I feel him even through his penmanship!
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