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 ;-)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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.
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