Friday, June 25, 2010

Struggling to Breathe

Today was my friend Gretchen's birthday. June 25th, today was the day Michael Jackson dies, one year ago. And to be fair, I didn't know it was Gretchen's birthday until Carrie posted it on Facebook, so thank you for doing that, for giving that honor to her. Because her memory needed to be honored today. She was a wonderful woman who touched so many lives in so many ways. Her life was taken too soon. And we don't know God's plan for us, that is why we are human, and He is Divine.
When she passed away in January, I struggled, I felt my life fall into pieces because I never had a friend pass away in my adult life. It was completely unexpected. You can't prepare for that phone call, for that feeling of your breathe being taken away. The loss of feeling in your knees, and the shortness of breathe in your chest... and in my life the only other time I have encountered this feeling was when my grandmother passed away. I never wanted this feeling again. I thought I could handle anything at this point. I've been through it. My grandmother., my friend. I'm done. I've gotten those two shocking phone calls. But then today came....
Jeanne Dilascio was THE GODMOTHER of New York. From as far back into my childhood as I can remember, when she spoke, you listened, but in the kindest, most gentlest of hearts. She was wise. She was giving, she would and did, give you the shirt off her back if it meant it kept you warm and dry, and ultimately, it was what laid her to rest. She took care of everyone first and herself last. She always put herself last, because she made sure everyone else was doing the best first. But it came at a price, you had to fend for yourself from that point. You had to take care of yourself in return. You had to survive. It was your payback. It was your reward. It was how you repaid her! You became a survivor! She taught self discipline, nurture, and strength. She taught you how to laugh at any situation, but be tough when necessary. She taught me so many things...

There are so many memories I have of her in so many different roles she played throughout her life. The caring cousin, The wonderful fun grandmother, the stern boss (the couple of times I got to see her at work) but from what I understand, she was fair, and she was hardworking, and she was respected! Because she cared about people. Again, putting her needs above her own. It wasn't until I got older that I actually got a chance to sit and talk to her, and I remember thinking how I finally "Earned" my chance to sit with her! I was so excited. I was going to prove to her, I was worth her time. I wasn't like the rest of my family, filled with all the "drama", I had substance! But she saw right through me, she knew I had just as much drama as the rest of 'em! And come to find out, she liked the "drama" in my family! But only in doses! And come to find out, she had "drama" in her family too!

When my grandmother had passed away we would sit for hours and "sneak and smoke some cigarettes." For hours we would have heart to heart conversations that to this day I will cherish to my grave. I feel it brought us as close as two people can get during a hardship. She was the one that really saw me through the most difficult time in my life. And she never judged me the night I got plastered...... 1 litre of Riesling in 1 hour, by myself... there was no drunkenness...it was straight to the pass out stage.... and my mom was FURIOUS!!!! So was my Uncle who bought the bottle for his wife, but, hey, I just lost my grandmother, my grandfather was a couple of days behind, I was in serious need of help.... and Jeanne just smoothed things over very quickly by covering me up with a blanket an said "give the girl a break"..... although the next morning she advised no more wine the rest of the week, and I adhered! I was happy she had my back!

She had this thick New York accent, and after she and her niece Anita watched my son for almost three weeks that whole summer, Landon for almost a Year had a HUGE New York accent! It was hilarious! Anyway, I don''t know what I am going to do in Ohio now without you Jeanne. We enjoyed coming to see you! And your two houses... LOL! And walking into church late...and disturbing the peace at all the tiny business in your nifty little town... You touched lives wherever you were, wherever you lived. You touched my life, my children's life, your grandchildren will be feeling your loss the most, I have no doubt, and for that, I can't even begin to comprehend their pain. You are a women that was loved by so many people for so many different reasons. And I am for certain that God has a plan for you in Heaven, But know your plan on earth was known. and it was conquered! Thank you for your love, for wisdom. and for your support through all the years. Today was not an easy day to let you go, but it was a good day for you to be remembered!



Sunday, March 14, 2010

OH BOY!!!!!

So here it is in a nut shell..... I am a nut!
2009 wrapped up as follows. Pretty much had a nervous breakdown moving here to Arkansas! Woke up one morning and realized.....HOLY CANNOLI....I live in Arkansas! I think it truly hit me when Zachary started to speak and he had a southern twang to his voice! My little California boy!

I have not blogged in so long , I feel like I might explode, so this will be a doozy!

Brace yourselves......

Let's first start by getting all the negative hoopla out of the way....
For Lent this year I gave up obsession, and for all of you that know me, this was a hard task to tackle. Every day it's a struggle, because I have SO MANY!!!!! I couldn't work on one thing in my life, like giving up chocolate or wine, or cigarettes, those were sacrifices that were not going to get me to Heaven, no, during Catholic Schools Week, I learned a valuable lesson... DISCIPLINE; it's an area I'd like to work on in my life, and the most troublesome part of that soul defining factor was my obsession. So to show you the growth, I have to take you back to where I left off, some 6 months ago.....


August 2009: Recked my car, got a new job, completed my classical album back in California, gained about 5 pounds, Celebrated Zachary's 1st Birthday, Drove to Tennessee and met my sister with her 4 kids ~ my 2 kids and took an impromptu road trip to surprise my parents for their 40th wedding anniversary.

September 2009: Began to become a recluse, gained another 5 pounds, really started to resent moving to Arkansas!

October 2009: Zachary was sick about 5 times. Landon was sick about 5 times, but Halloween was fun, found some great places to eat, gained another five pounds, became even more depressed, had no idea why we moved to Arkansas! Went to my first Razorback game...WOO-PIG SOIEE! yeah, this was weird.... missing California in a major way...

November 2009: Landon got pneumonia, Mike decides it's time to get me out of my funk, we join a weight loss clinic, I lose 5 pounds. Thanksgiving....Mike's parents come, first time I start to enjoy this place....we take the kids on the "Polar Express".... the Holidays are definitely lifting my spirits......

December 2009: My Christmas show at school was a success, I am starting to feel like myself again! I feel like I can breathe. Vacation is around the corner.....Kids are sick again... I am sick again...I lost 15 pounds... we drive to Ohio.....I get into a car accident.....Landon falls and smacks up his face in the ice, Zachary gets his first black eye sledding, Landon turns 4, we celebrate New Years at home, all in all...it's been a pretty good year....

January 2010: A friend of mine passes away, The kids are sick again, School is closed for a week due to a snow storm, I finally make some friends, I finally go out with some friends, I am starting to feel like this place is not as bad as I thought....great, I am actually starting to like my little small town... hoping I am not developing a southern twang! Celebrate my birthday....Mike buys me a plane ticket to FRANCE!

February 2010: Flies by....lost another 10 pounds...brings it up to a total of 30! Now I have to go and buy all new clothes since I have given away all my clothes seeing as I had convinced myself in California I'd never get below a 6, and here I am at a 2!...... Mike is even skinner, he's like.....well...let's just say...skinny.....we both have lost a sense of sensibility at this point...he buys season tickets to the Kansas City Royals, He's nicking out for some baseball...I tell him great, that means we are moving again, 'cause every time he buys season tickets, we move...
Actually this month has been pretty tame, we met REBA, had dinner at the Melting Pot, I joined a Bible Study....Mike is soaring at his job.....kids are loving school....

March 2010.....Mike got into a car accident, had a gas leak in the house, kids are sick AGAIN, I had a little Medical scare, but my tests came back OK, they are going to watch me over the next couple of months....we got some new neighbors that we actually like....the kids get along great.....and the month isn't even over yet....I head out to France, Mike heads out to Florida, we get his car back, Landon gets his first Power Wheels "Jeep", Going to see "Black Eye Peas", Having dinner at the Melting Pot again, lost another 2.6 pounds!....starting to feel like this is home for now....starting to feel settled...

So there it is... my nutty, crazy life in a nut shell. I can't believe I woke up one morning and realized I am living in this tiny town, somewhere in the middle of the United States. But, things I've learned....You can't judge a book by it's cover, since I've opened myself up to allow myself to meet people and allow myself to give this place a chance, I have been able to see the beauty of this place, and I don't mean in just physical sense. I mean in the people, the aura, the essence. Big things really do come in small packages. And while I still find myself being myself, and knowing sometimes I may not quite fit in...it's OK, that's what makes us all different and unique. I have come to the realization that being different is certainly OK. I don't have to be the same to fit in, I just have to be myself. And it wasn't until I came to that realization that I started to fit in, and feel like I had a place to call home.

No one asked me to take the city girl out of me....so this pressure I had been feeling to lose her, was nonsense, insecurities, and stupidity! And it was for those reason I realized that for lent I needed to do some soul searching with-in myself, to change the things within me that made me the outsider, the one who didn't fit in, not because of where I was from, but because of my own insecurities! So...here I am...just a city girl....finding she likes it here in the Ozarks, just fine!