Let me tell you about.......The walking stick

 Let me tell you about.......The walking stick

Today is Wednesday, April 12th, 2023.  Six years ago today was also Wednesday, April 12th, but 2017.   

This day in 2017 was going so well with family visiting us in Colorado from California, and dad was in great spirits.  Family wanted to visit Estes Park, a quaint tourist town in the mountains of Colorado.  The weather was lovely as we drove through the Rocky Mountain National Park viewing wildlife and snapping pictures of each other and the scenery.

The walking stick, pictured here with dad, was one that I had bought for him to use as an aid in walking on unstable surfaces.  He used it a lot for all surfaces as it assisted him with standing up straight and gave him something to lean on.

The walking stick became a permanent part of his active life. Little did I know it would be responsible for taking his life.

We were wrapping up our Estes Park outing, dad, me, grandson Ellis, brother Steve, niece Kari, her sons Kaleb and Lucas, with a stop to the visitor center for souvenirs and bathroom use.  I took 21 month old Ellis into the ladies room outside for a diaper change, dad used the men's room outside, not sure what the others did while we were occupied.  

We met up inside the visitor center to look at fun stuff as a memory for the day.  I was holding Ellis so he would not run around and possibly hurt himself, dad was browsing in the gift shop.  I found a few things to buy for Ellis, was at the cash register to pay and brother Steve asked me a question. I set Ellis down, asked dad to keep an eye on him just for a minute, and that was when my life changed forever. 

Being only 21 months old and having spent an entire day in his car seat, naturally Ellis was ready to just run around; and he did.  It was such a quick and horrible few seconds that I have replayed in my mind too many times over the past 6 years.  One second I am speaking with my brother, in another second I am hearing my dad screaming like I have never heard before and never hope to ever hear again.

Ellis had sprinted toward some stairs, dad was quick to react to try and catch him, and was tripped by his walking stick in the process.  He went down, hard, so hard, face first on the marble floor of the visitor center.  So much was blood pouring out of his head.  Although his action saved Ellis from falling down a flight of very hard stairs, it caused him irreparable damage.  

Such a flurry of activity as I tried to assist dad, while Steve and Kari grabbed the three kids.  The Park Rangers working inside the visitor center quickly sprung into action by calling 911 and coming over to assist me with comforting dad.  Everything was so surreal and in slow motion; the ambulance could not arrive quick enough for my injured daddy.

I could see that his head was cracked open, his nose was definitely broken, and he complained that he was unable to move.  One of his arms was off to his side and was more than likely broken at the shoulder.  Steve and Kari did a great job of staying calm with the kids and hopefully kept them from seeing anything that would haunt them as it has me for all of these years.

The ambulance transported dad to the local medical center in Estes Park where they frantically worked on him to assess his injuries.  I called my husband, Steve, to come join me and called my son, Jason, to come and pick up grandson Ellis as it had been a very long day for him.

Brother Steve and his daughter Kari stayed with me for a bit and were able to go in and see dad for brief visits between x-rays and blood draws.  

The Estes Park Medical Center determined that dad's level of trauma was beyond what they were able to handle and told us that he would have to be transferred via ambulance down to the Medical Center of the Rockies in Loveland. 

That was a long trip down from Estes Park to Loveland for me and husband Steve, and brother Steve and his family as we followed the ambulance to its destination.  

It was hours of waiting for them to get dad settled and get his condition assessed before we could get in and see him.  I was dad's medical durable power of attorney and needed to stay and make any decisions pertaining to his care; I knew I might some day be called upon for this task but was not prepared for it to come so soon.

Two broken shoulders, a cracked head, black eyes, and a broken nose were the extent of the injuries that they could determine.  They got him settled for the evening and husband Steve and I went home to get ourselves some rest and make phone calls.  Brother Steve and family said their goodbyes to dad earlier in the evening as they needed to get back to our house to prepare for their drive home from Colorado back to California the next day.

Thursday, April 13th, 2017, started early for me as I went to the hospital to consult with dad's physicians about his prognosis and recovery care.  I declined surgery on his shoulders due to his age, and at his request, and the physicians concurred because of his age and his heart condition.

I had always promised dad that I would do everything in my power to keep him from going to a nursing home, but with two broken shoulders it was inevitable that I would be unable to care for him at our home.  I made arrangements for him to transfer from the hospital to the nursing home that took such good care of mom for many years; they adored dad and he was good with that decision.  

They said he was looking at possibly several months of care and the notion of him being there for that long tugged at my heart even though I knew it was best.

Son Jason, wife Mary, and grandson Ellis visited dad that afternoon and son Chris also came up to spend some time with him.  We were all comforting each other and dad was making jokes as was his typical demeanor.  I took photos of him, for posterity, so that he could one day see how he looked with his black eyes and broken nose. 

It had been another long day for me and dad told me to go home and get some rest.  I wanted to stay with him but relented to his wishes.  I told him I loved him, he responded with "I love you more" (we always tried to outdo one another); I kissed him on the forehead, told him to behave and that I would see him in the morning. 

Friday, April 14th, 2017, at around 4:30 a.m. I was startled awake by the ringing of my phone.  It was a call from dad's physician letting me know that dad had just passed away moments before the phone call.  He had a DNR (do not resuscitate) order in place and had gone into heart failure in the early hours of that morning; his injuries were just too much for his body to handle, sadly. 

James Lee Rainer, my dad was such a good man.  He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, uncle, cousin, great-grandfather, and Patriot. 

He taught me work ethics, family values, and always let me know he was proud of me.  We had intellectual discussions, had arguments, and enjoyed watching baseball together.  I spent from January of 2015 until the day he passed away as his caregiver, he lived in our home.  Those days, for me, were priceless and I will forever be grateful for that time. 

Missing you every day

Love you the most,

 Patrisa

Let me tell you about......Things that sneak up on you

An accident, a death, a random bill, a few well-intended Christmas cards, a 60th birthday.  These are some of the things that snuck up on me this year.

The year 2017 started out pretty calm, no football Super Bowl team anxieties like the previous year, the weather was tolerable here in Colorado compared to other states, and my family had no health issues.   Dad was awaiting the birth of his 11th great-grandchild and I was still loving my days as a caregiver for him and our grandson Ellis. 

Ellis was almost a year and a half and changing so much every day.  Dad and I loved our time with him and I think Ellis enjoyed all that he was learning from us two old folks.  We were all very fortunate to have that precious time together; I did not know my great-grandparents but Ellis will have lasting memories despite his young age.

Dad had turned 85 in September of 2016 and for his age he really was doing well.  He had decided to stop going to doctor’s appointments and was going to just stop taking his heart meds and let nature take him when it was time.  I was aware of his thought process, I knew that he was ready to be with mom, his brother, and his parents, but I really did not condone it.  He was tired of everything that was happening to him with regard to getting old and I would often walk by his room and find him staring out the window or reading a book of daily quotes that I had given him.  He watched a lot of news and sports but had lost his enthusiasm for both.  The highlight of his life had become the nine to ten hours a day that he was able to spend with a sweet little boy from the time he was 2 months old.  I was blessed to be a witness to this time in my dad’s life and captured a lot of it on film and video. 

My cousin Cindy, her daughter Amanda, her son Jacob, and her grandson Jackson visited dad for his birthday that year.  It was a short visit but one that I am certain they will always remember and never regret.  We did some sightseeing around Colorado, had a birthday party, and really enjoyed the family time with loved ones who live too far away.

Dad’s new great-grandson, Lucas, was born in January of 2017 and he was tickled with this new arrival.  He knew how fortunate he was to be around to know great-grandchildren but felt his health was not such that he could travel to visit in California.  In light of this, my brother, his daughter, and her two sons (the one being the newest great-grandson) announced a planned trip to visit dad in April.  Their trip was a long drive from where they lived and they braved some cold and snowy Colorado weather over and through the mountains to come and visit dad, grandpa, and great-grandpa.  Dad was pretty thrilled with the notion of them coming and started cleaning his room about a month before their arrival date.  He was really sweet to watch.  He also went through his collections of trinkets and knick-knacks to see if there was anything to send home with all of them. 

In March dad came to me with a distressful dream that he had experienced.  In this dream he had passed away and left me unprepared; it really was weighing heavy on his mind.  I was his power of attorney for all matters and I took his distress seriously.  I took action to have someone come to our house to do pre-planning for when it was time for him to pass on.  It was a surreal experience to sit and help him make the decisions of cremation, military service, select the urn, and arrange the payments.  Mom had been cremated after her passing in April of 2013 and her urn was a fixture in dad’s bedroom.  We planned to have her urn placed with his when the time came so they would lay to rest together.  The planning was done and he felt relieved.  I, however, had some anxiety at the thought of him passing but filed the paperwork in the safe where all of his other pertinent data is stored.

The April weekend that my brother and his family traveled, dad kept a close eye on the weather forecast in anticipation of them driving through the snow and ice conditions.  He had his travel atlas out on his bed and kept an eye on their progress, he was adorable with anticipation.  They arrived the evening of Sunday, April 9th and dad was a happy man.  It had been tough for him to be so far away from half of his family but alas they were here and I could see what good medicine it was for him. 
This is the week in 2017 that snuck up on me the worst.  I was enjoying seeing my brother Steve and niece Kari whom I had not seen since my mom’s funeral in 2013; I had never met either of my “nephews”, Kaleb and Lucas, even though the oldest one was 10 years old.  We took lots of pictures of the gathering.  We had breakfast out on Monday April 10th, took them by dad’s favorite coin shop where they purchased some fun souvenirs, then went down to Denver to the stadium where the Bronco’s play.  My dad and brother were big Bronco fans, my niece and her 10 year old not so much.  It was a beautiful sunny morning for the drive and we shared good conversation. 

On Tuesday April 11th, we again went out to breakfast and this time we also had Ellis with us.  The meal was enjoyable and fun to watch Kaleb and Ellis get to know each other.  The weather was lovely so we dragged everyone to the Denver Zoo.  Dad used an electric cart, Ellis and Lucas had their strollers, and we spent a good half day walking and getting some great pictures of our family.  We were certainly tired but spent the evening back at our house relaxing.  Dad showed them our coin collection and I knew he really loved doing that, it was his one real passion that we shared.  I could tell he was exhausted and he went to bed early even for him.

Wednesday April 12th was the day that changed my life.  I am not taking anything away from anyone else as to how it changed theirs but I am writing this from my own perspective.   Everyone who comes to Colorado likes to visit the mountains and Estes Park has always been one of my favorite places.  My husband and I stayed there at a bed and breakfast for our wedding night back in 1998 so it has always held a special place in my heart.

We had another fun breakfast that morning and decided that a tour of Estes Park was on the agenda for that day.  Layers of clothing, kids, cameras, and bottles of water in tow we headed up the canyon for another day of touring Colorado.  The mountains are a familiar drive to my vehicle and they welcomed us with beautiful sunshine, flowing creek rapids, and ample photo opportunities.  We took advantage of the numerous pull-offs provided for viewing the spectacular valley below and the mighty mountain ranges in the distance.  Dad, my brother, niece, and her oldest son got out of the car at many of the stops while Ellis and I stayed inside the car.  Truth be told, there were too many places for him to run around and possibly fall and get hurt, I was being over cautious.

We saw a herd of elk, which is not at all uncommon for Estes Park, lots of other tourists, a few patches of snow, and breathed in tons of fresh air.  It was a lovely day.  The National Park has a visitor center at each entrance so after a long day of being cooped up in the car we decided to stop, stretch, change baby diapers, and look for souvenirs.  It was at this last stop that dad slipped, fell, and had the accident that would take his life less than two days later. I had been over cautious with the wrong loved one. It snuck up on me when I least expected it and my world was turned upside down in an instant. 

So much blood, panic, people, confusion, self-blame, and instant change.  I had to become the medical power of attorney that I had always been deemed in a split second.  I always imagined it would require me having to make a decision for him after a long illness, many years down the road from 2017.  Instead, I had to grab his wallet, get his personal data out and begin a nightmare that lasted through two hospitals, two ambulance rides, and less than two full days. 

At 4:25 a.m. on Friday, April 14th I received the call that dad had passed away.  His heart was not strong enough for the amount of injury and pain that his body was attempting to endure.  He let go, left me, and went to be with mom, his brother, and his parents. My husband took me on the very long (20 minute) drive up to the hospital so I could sign the necessary paperwork, say goodbye to him, and acknowledge the well-meaning doctors and nurses giving me the sorrowful look as I walked past them.  Back at home I was faced with pulling the paperwork out of the safe just one month after dad had his dream.  It snuck up on me.

After two months of planning and organizing dad was laid to rest along with mom on what would have been their 64th wedding anniversary.  The service was more beautiful and sad than I ever imagined; the party afterward was lovely and fun and life moved on.

The summer of 2017 progressed with changes to my life and every day situation.  I went from being a caregiver to dad and Ellis to just having Ellis a couple of days a week.  His other grandparents were in Colorado for the summer and they watched him three days a week.  I am sure they all had a wonderful time together as we did.  He is so much fun and teaches us a lot!

On occasion, more than ever expected, a hospital bill would arrive with dad’s name on it.  During a time when I was trying to heal my broken heart and learn how to move on I would have to call and discuss the fact that he would not be paying the bill because he had passed away in their hospital.  A dentist appointment reminder arrived more than once even though I had already made that painful phone call.  A reminder for an annual checkup at his ear, nose, and throat doctor forced me to make yet another call.  These things all snuck up on me in random spacing just to keep that wound open for me.

September, dad’s birthday.  This did not sneak up on me as I had spent time thinking on what would have been number 86 for him.  It was a silent observance, one of many to face in my future. 

Thanksgiving was on the horizon and I did not have the energy or desire to plan a gathering so we took a road trip to visit family in Kansas.  It was a good week and I had a few occasions of missing my dad.  I have been told by many people that “it gets easier” so I imagine that someday it might.

I knew the month of December would be a challenge for me with Christmas and my 60th birthday in the same week.  I truly thought dad would be here for my birthday, a really special one.  I had a long month to put that into perspective and really did my best with the help of my husband, one of my sons, and his wife.  In early December Christmas cards started to arrive and the first one was addressed to dad.  It was from someone who was in his address book but did not have a phone number so I had been unable to let them know of his passing.  I was not thinking that I was going to have to give such sad news to his friends, old work acquaintances, previous neighbors, or anyone during the holiday season. I thought that pain was put aside. I ended up having to write to three people that I did not know; this snuck up on me. 

Last, but not least, my 60th birthday.  It falls in that dead space between Christmas and New Year’s.  The days where everyone is taking down their decorations, cleaning their houses, and checking their finances to see the damage.  My birthday is three days after and three days before these two occasions.  Nobody really wants to get together because they just saw you for Christmas (and more often than not try to give me my present then) or they are back to work and moving on from the holiday.  I have one dear friend of over 40 years that sends me my present in early December.  It is so exciting when it arrives but I have disciplined myself to set it aside to open on my birthday and not before.  It sits either under the Christmas tree in obvious birthday wrapping or in my bedroom for me to see for weeks.  In the past, dad would make such a fuss over my birthday because he knew I had a silly complex about its proximity to Christmas.  He spoiled me terribly and I took it for granted every year.  I would not have his birthday hugs, sweet smile, or birthday song this year or ever again.  Even though I knew this was coming it snuck up on me. 

His presence is all around me in photos, clothes, knick-knacks, children, and grandchildren.  I am now three days into my 60’s. My hair is gray and long and I look the part of the grandmother of 10 that I am and the daughter that has had a rough year.  It is New Year’s Eve, and I am just hoping that 2018 will be one of good health and lots of fun in this new decade of my life.  I might trim my hair but I have earned every gray strand on my head.

There are certain things that I cannot do at this moment and am not sure that I ever will be able to do.  I get choked up when we drive by the hospital that dad passed away in, Medical Center of the Rockies. Anyone visiting us should not expect to be taken by me to Estes Park, or to visit the Rocky Mountain National Park.  My love for the town and the park is forever bruised like a bad marriage and I am not sure that we will ever reconcile.  Like a surprise divorce, sadly, this snuck up on me.

My family and true friends have overwhelmed me with their emotional support this year and I am very grateful for the patience everyone has had with my mourning period.  I do appreciate the kind words, cards, and compassion shown for my loss.  I am forever a different woman in more ways than one this year.  My husband and I don’t take any days for granted and I am thankful for every minute that I get to spend with loved ones.  It is old advice but you truly need to open your eyes and enjoy what you have at this very moment.  Live life with no regrets, try to adjust for the things that sneak up on you, and embrace your age.

As always, thank you for reading my blog.
Grandma P

Let me tell you about......."Me Too"

The "Me Too" hashtag (#MeToo)  campaign that has flooded social media lately as a result of the Harvey Weinstein scandal actually started over 10 years ago and has pretty much lain dormant until very recently.

Unfortunately, activists have jumped on the bandwagon along with real people who have been subjected to unimaginable scenarios of sexual harassment.   Many of them, including me, have managed to push those memories way way down to our "mind cellars" to hide behind things we aspire to forget.  I am not an activist or feminist.  I am just an almost 60 year old woman who is ready to share an experience from over 30 years ago.  I have not shared this with but a handful of people, I hope you will not judge me negatively.

The time frame was mid-1984 through late 1985 in Southern California where I grew up.  It was a very long 15 month period in my life.  I was already a mother of two young sons, divorced from their father and remarried to my second husband.  I had a great job as a contractor to our local IBM and worked in software quality assurance testing at a junior level with a senior level person as my mentor.  My days were challenging enough as a mom sharing custody of my kids, working full time learning a new job, and attempting to run a new household.

My nightmare began one day when I arrived at work, walked into the office I shared with my mentor, and was shoved against the wall by his much larger body.  He joked and said "you know you want it" and I pushed him off of me, trembling all the way to my desk.   He acted like it was a non-issue and we went about our day of tasks.

About a week went by and we were driving from our office to IBM in my car when he grabbed my right hand and put it onto his crotch.  I pulled it away, completely repulsed, and told him that it was VERY wrong, and to never do that again.  I was terrified and confused.  When we arrived back at our office, we walked by the front receptionist whom he greeted with a big smile and acted like nothing was wrong; this person was his wife.  Her desk was right around the corner from our office.

That night at home I confided everything to my husband because I was very upset and did not know what to do.  I needed my job and my mentor was one of the top employees of the company and adored by our IBM customers.  I was afraid to come forward fearing nobody would believe my accusations and he made sure to let me know that nobody would. So, I endured a year of this sick, sick behavior all the while threatening him every time he touched me.

When I finally came to my senses and had my first meeting with Human Resources I was told that he was a model employee who never took a sick day, was very well like by our IBM customer, and that it was very hard to believe my story.  When I told them that I was constantly shoving him off of me in my own office I was told that he did not appear to have any physical signs of me doing that.  I let them know that if kneeing him in the balls or punching him in the face was how I should have handled it then I was sure as hell sorry I had not handled it that way and left him some scars.

Reluctantly, Human Resources took my complaint and called him in to discuss it with him and they also insisted I be in the meeting as the accuser.  I had a lot of stomach problems during this time of my life and this was the catalyst for them.  He, of course, adamantly denied every issue of my complaint and the matter was closed, and no charges were recorded, because they believed him and not me.  Their point was enforced with "his wife works here, why would he do these things"?   I was in a nightmare that I could not wake up from.

Instead of halting his behavior he took this as a challenge and became more aggressive and more frequent with his sickness.   I would cry a lot at home at night, so confused and lost, not knowing how to get myself out of this horrible situation of which I was an unwilling party.  My husband wanted me to, but quitting my job was not an option, I needed to remain gainfully employed to care for my sons. 

I was in the break room at work one day when a woman came in and she was visibly upset.  She volunteered that there was a man at work who had been sexually harassing her for a few months and she did not know what to do about the unwanted attention.  I was in shock!!! I let her relieve her burden onto me as she shared with me similar stories of his behavior.  When she finished, I shared with her my year long tale of torture and we just sat there looking at each other in puzzlement.

I pleaded with her to take her story to Human Resources so that they would know I was telling the truth about this monster of a man.  She was not ready and I was saddened by her decision.  Like me, she had a child to support, she was a single mother and could not afford to lose her job.  What a terrible world to live in to have no options and feel painted into a corner.  I had no choice but to respect her need for privacy and let her contemplate a next step.  Meanwhile, his attention was still being afflicted upon me, however, not as frequently and I suspected now I knew why.

A couple of weeks went by when the "other woman" came to me in tears; she was ready to go to Human Resources and tell her story.  Can you imagine how this went?  I was not in the meeting with them but at first they asked her if she was in collusion with me on the matter!!!  Excuse me, what the heck?  Can you guess at this point that the Human Resources Representative is a man?  Yes, yes, that is a sexist comment on my behalf but it was appalling that he did not believe either one of us at our word.  At this point we are wondering if we are the only two or if more women were silently being held hostage in this nightmare.

We insisted on a formal meeting with the man we were accusing and at least two Human Resource Representatives to file formal charges; no formal charges had been ever filed up to this point.  The man denied all accusations at first and then decided to change his story such that it was we two women who were coming on to him and that we both wanted the attention.   I think the new representative could see that the man was lying, thank goodness.  We were dismissed from the meeting so that the matter could be handled with an appropriate punishment.

The next day at work rumors ran rampant that one of the best employees had been walked out the day before and was carrying his belongings.  His wife was crying at her desk and she gave me an evil stare when I walked by; okay, the story was out and now it was time to hold up my head and carry on.  The customer was notified that he had been let go and that I had been promoted up to his position.  Wait, what?   There were lots of whispers and not-so-silent talking behind my back that I had him fired so that I could have his job.  I believe his wife was the catalyst of this really harmful rumor but I could not be certain.   I knew the truth and that was all that mattered. 

I arranged a meeting with my customer at IBM, she was a very professional, intelligent woman with whom I had enjoyed working with very much.  There were tears, and frank talk of what I had been through, and she believed me!  Together we managed to persevere through all of the muck that had been circulated from within and from that point forward my work days were finally free from my long torment.  I learned so much more at work as my brain could be free from the ancillary issues that had no business ever taking up space in the first place.  The "other woman" was also thriving at work as she enjoyed days free from sexual harassment. 

In 1986 we received news that the IBM was being closed and all employees and contractors had the option of moving to Boulder, Colorado with their jobs or staying in California without their jobs.  It was a big decision for everyone and also an exciting adventure to consider.  About 200 of the 400 people affected took the offer and relocated to Colorado, me included.  To this day I have no idea where my "mentor" and his wife ended up, nor do I care.

In the early 1990's I learned the martial arts of Jiu Jitsu, obtained a second degree brown belt, and even taught classes at our local YMCA.  I still have small quirks that remain from my experience; I am not comfortable when people stand too close to me in the grocery store or any kind of line and I have a tendency to keep an eye on my every surrounding.  That is okay, though, I am confident that nobody will ever lay an unwanted hand on me without regretting it or having some pain or bruises.
Is that too extreme?  I think not.

As always thank you for reading.

Grandma P

Let me tell you about ....... Grief

“People deal with grief in different ways”; I keep hearing these words from different people and sources.   I recently watched the documentary “Diana, our Mother: Her Life and Legacy,” on HBO and I was very moved by it.  This year marks the 20^th anniversary of the death of the late Diana, Princess of Wales on August 31^st, 1997.  Her sons Prince William (the Duke of Cambridge) and Prince Harry have graciously made a documentary to share their story; it is the first time that they have both spoken of her as a mother and their emotions are still raw. They both have regrets of a different nature that they need to come to terms with in their own time.  The death of a loved one is “a well defining moment,” according to Prince William.  I cited this quote because it is so spot on for me and I watched his face as he spoke.

I searched and found several definitions of the word grief:

noun:

1.       deep sorrow, especially that is caused by someone's death.  "she was overcome with grief"

synonyms:         sorrow, misery, sadness, anguish, pain, distress, heartache, heartbreak, agony, torment, affliction, suffering, woe, desolation, dejection, despair; 

2.       keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret.

3.       a cause or occasion of keen distress or sorrow.

informal:

4.       trouble or annoyance.  "we were too tired to cause any grief" or "the police gave me a lot of grief"

idioms:

5.       come to grief, to suffer disappointment, misfortune, or other trouble; fail:

“Their marriage came to grief after only two years.”

6.       good grief, (used as an exclamation of dismay, surprise, or relief):

“Good grief, it's started to rain again!” 

As I watched the documentary it was evident that these two young boys, now grown men, clearly felt the sorrow and sadness for the loss of their mother even after twenty years.  The brief moments that they had with her in their early lives left such an impact on them that they still “felt” her love.  I truly related to this notion with the recent loss of my dad.  There is a very distinct difference between feeling the loss of love that you had for someone as opposed to feeling the grief over the loss of love that someone had for you.   My dad was one of my best friends and confidants and I was his; his death has left me missing many things about him among them his conversation, his smiles, and his hugs.  His love for me was immeasurable and he made sure that I knew it.  I am most definitely overcome with grief and the moment is well defined for me.  

I am the keeper of my dad's belongings, a tough task after he has passed away.  He kept detailed records in a binder in the event of his death.  When I first opened the binder I found this letter that he had left for me and it still makes me cry.

I met a family recently.  Their mom, grandma, great-grandma, sister, aunt, and friend had passed away in July.  A woman who in her 89 years of life touched many people’s hearts and I was honored and privileged to witness their stories and sadly, their grief during her celebration of life this past weekend.

Her story began a few years prior to my dad’s; 1928, a year of many interesting achievements.  News stories read that Alexander Fleming discovered penicillin and changed the world of modern medicines by introducing the age of antibiotics and his discovery of penicillin that is still saving millions of people.

Aviator Charles Lindbergh was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor by U.S. President Calvin Coolidge during March of 1928. Lindbergh was awarded the country's highest honor for completing the very first non-stop transatlantic flight in his plane, the Spirit of St. Louis, during May of the previous year.  Amelia Earhart became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic in June. 

The Home Pregnancy Test is first introduced and the Olympic Winter and Summer Games are held for the first time in the countries of Switzerland and The Netherlands.  The year 1928 was noted as the first time that the Winter Games took place in a different country than the Summer Games.

Beloved children's cartoon character Mickey Mouse makes his first appearance in "Steamboat Willie," one of the first successful films to feature synchronized sound in an animated cartoon film.  It was produced by Walt Disney and inspired fan clubs that are still in place today.  “The House at Pooh Corner” by Author A. A. Milne is published in England and once again the loveable Winnie the Pooh is captured forever in time as the “Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff” and a “Willy nilly silly old bear.”  It is this famous Winnie the Pooh quote, however, that makes me think of the life celebration I attended last weekend:

"Always remember you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think, and loved more than you know."

On Wednesday January 11^th, 1928 a baby was brought into this world in Scottsbluff Nebraska; a baby who would grow into a woman who made a dramatic impact on many lives.  She was first and foremost a loving daughter, sister, wife, mother, step-mother, aunt, grandma, and friend.  For 35 years she worked as a stockroom assistant in a major department store and retired as an office supervisor.  She twice held the office of president at two Veterans of Foreign War (VFW) Auxiliary Posts and Moose and Eagles Lodges.   At the time of her death she had served a total of 41 years in the VFW Auxiliary. She had a special place in her heart for her Friday Girl’s Lunch Bunch, and playing pinochle with friends. 

At the funeral home, the pews were lined with handmade quilts that were lovingly made by this wonderful woman.  The oldest son was tasked with giving them to whomever he chose and he did so with a unique and fun delivery.  Unbeknownst to me, he had little gold strips of paper in his pocket that were the same number as there were quilts available.  I had introduced myself to him, gave my condolences, and listened to him tell me some great things of his mom.  We chatted about the VFW Auxiliary as I was there as the Chaplain representing the post that she was last associated with.  I inquired about a restaurant I had heard that he and his family were opening very soon, and we chatted about loss.  I shared that I had recently lost my dad.  I realize that it was probably not a normal thing for one to commiserate with grief but I felt that we had a nice comfortable connection.  Evidently he felt similarly because out of his pocket he pulled a gold slip of paper and handed it to me.  His eyes were very sincere as he told me to write my name on it, grab a paperclip, and put it on one of the available quilts made by his mother.  I was so touched by this gesture, it was very meaningful to me. This quilt shall go to future VFW Auxiliary meetings with me to keep her presence alive.

During the service, I listened to family members speak of their gratitude and love for a woman who brought so much to their lives.  Dancing, cooking, quilting, games, and laughter were all bestowed upon this family to carry forth to future generations on her behalf.  It was a lovely testimony of eighty-nine years of a life well-lived.  During her service there was music, polka dancing, laughter, tears, and even one curse word.   Grandkids spoke of a loving grandma for whom they adored and clung to each other for support when the emotions overtook them.  One grandson had a joke that his grandma had told him but decided it was too naughty to retell, this brought much needed laughter to the room as it appeared that others were familiar with the joke he was referencing.

As I previously noted that “People deal with grief in different ways” it was more evident to me than ever during this celebration of life.  There was quite a contrast to this celebration and the one for my dad.  Besides myself, no kids, grandkids, or great-grandkids, cousins, nieces, or nephews, got up and shared any kind or loving words for my dad.  This family had emails to read that had been written and sent to read from people that were unable to attend; I would have read anything from anyone who wanted to share their feelings for my dad.  Their grief was outspoken and vulnerable and well accepted by all.  In contrast there were people who could not even watch the beautiful slideshow of my dad that portrayed his life, career, and love of family because their grief was overwhelming. These actions do not diminish anyone's grief but are ones I cannot relate to or understand.  
I have learned a lot about myself over these past few months and am trying my best to reconcile some feelings of bitterness and confusion over things I feel should have happened during my most vulnerable moments but did not.  It is tough and I have to take it one day at a time.  There is no "good grief" for me.

"Always remember you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think, and loved more than you know."

As always thank you for reading.
Grandma P

Let me tell you about.......Being thankful - 2015

Hello readers,

My brain is spinning with the notion that it is already December.  The year has been so busy with a plethora of activities so different from my life prior to retirement. 

I had a lot of milestones this year with our oldest grandchild turning 10, first one to reach double-digits; my high school graduation class celebrated 40 years; my husband finally joined me in the 50's (heehee); our oldest son turned 35; my father in-law turned 70; mother in-law turned 65; and our youngest son turned 21!

I feel that I have settled in nicely to my revised life purpose.  Notice that I did not use the word "routine"; this is because nothing I do is anything close to that description.  Although I have always admitted to being a control-freak, my variety of "busy things" has not bothered me in the slightest.  I am an atypical retiree doing atypical activities.  I am, and always have been, unique; at least I am consistent!  haha

It took some time at the beginning of the year for me and dad to get in sync with each other.  I have so much Rainer and Williams in me that I am too much like my father and his mother. Traits that I see as good, I also see in my cousin Cynthia Kay, and both of our father's. These traits, however, are ones that have been called "stubborn", "bull-headed", and other not-so-nice names but we are who we are.  Not too many people my age live with their parents and it really is a test to ones patience.  BUT, I would not trade it for anything. Getting to know my dad in ways that I never would have had the pleasure of in a typical situation has been a priceless and precious experience that I am ever so grateful for. 

We mostly just hang out.  I do chores and make sure that he is eating a proper breakfast and lunch and I hopefully provide him the conversation and interaction that he was not getting while I was at work.  We take rides, visit flea markets, the grocery store, and other errands.  We listen to music in the car and have good talks about life.  I do not have to worry about him trying to take care of my dogs or do his own laundry or shopping. I do a LOT of writing, unfortunately most of it is in my head, haha.  When someone invents the ability to transfer my thoughts from my head into MS Word I will be a famous author.  I do know that I did make the right decision to retire.

My gratitude for this phase of my life, in large part, has to go to my husband Steve.  If not for him my present situation would not have been possible, period.  Back in 2004 when we purchased a 3,800 sq ft. home we included the notion that my parents, both mom and dad, would have a suite of rooms and a bathroom.  In order to accomplish this task we had to finish a full basement into two bedrooms (one a guest room, the other for #six child), a study, and a family room to accommodate blended families when we gathered. The basement had a walkout door up to the backyard through a lovely study that I designed and Steve built.  Mom and dad had their suite upstairs, it was ideal.  Steve was amazing with the construction and we lived in that house for 10 years of our marriage.  

Mom eventually went into a nursing home where she passed away in early 2013; she never came back to that house.  Our last child grew up and was preparing to leave, so there was just the 3 of us left in a huge house.  

In late 2013 we moved to a smaller, more rural house with a bigger yard for the dogs.  Our new house had an unfinished basement (half of it anyway) so I once again imposed upon my husband to use his creative talents to finish the areas into a guest room and a western-themed bar.  It is fabulous and I wish you all could see the products of his hard work.  I am so lucky and thankful for his patience and understanding for the blending of our families over these past 18 years.  It has been a long and sometimes agonizing process but we have persevered.

Steve had no problem with my new retirement status.  His regular chore list, laundry, trash, yard work, and others, would all be done by the time he got home from work.  "You should have retired a long time ago" he jokes with me.  I happily keep busy doing what I can to keep the house running.  It amazes me what all it takes and I keep wondering how I ever worked and did any of this for the last 40 years!  I look forward to his regular texts during the day and find myself missing him when Monday rolls around.  My retirement has actually strengthened our marriage in many ways.  

Without Steve's ability to keep working a full time job and providing us with health insurance none of this would have been possible and for that I am more grateful than I can put into words.  We named our western bar "The S&P" and our team S&P is in a fantastic time of life.  We are enjoying each moment with more laughter than all previous years combined. We had camping adventures this summer, a few driving trips, and were fortunate to have kids and grand kids from Kansas visit us.

Dad is slowing down during this last quarter of the year.  My new job is full-time chauffeur for him; he decided to sell his car and stopped driving in October.  This was a brave and smart choice that he made and I am proud of him for his decision.  I am certain that he now feels more trapped in the house with me but he deals with it very well.  

Life is ironic how we seem to go in reverse as we get older.  I am, as an adult "child", now mothering my father in so many ways.  If I did not make his meals he would not eat right at all.  He has reverted to a "pre-driver's license" age where he relies on me to take him to destinations, doctor appointments, haircuts, and shopping.  He has accused me of nagging him but my gentle prompts (that he interprets as nagging) are for his own good just like a mother with a child.  It really is pretty funny.

I have seen firsthand two choices we seem to have as life progresses: my paternal grandmother and my mother were both unaware of their dementia and the affect on others; my dad is very aware of any slight memory loss or change to his previous acuteness and it bothers him terribly.  He suffers from bad dreams and relives the past.  Mom had no memories other than song lyrics or names of old actors, her birthday and their anniversary. Dad does not sleep well or for very long at night; mom did not know the difference between day and night. After breakfast she would sometimes proclaim that it had been "a very long day"; dad's nights are long as he fights the nightmares of Rocketdyne and life and remembers them all too vividly. 

For now I judge my dad's clarity by the morning crossword puzzle in our paper.  He completes it with a swift hand and very rarely makes a mistake.  As long as these puzzles are coherent in a language that I can read and he contains his sense of humor when I tease him about a small boo-boo I deem him right on schedule for his 84 years of age.  He tells me "you, too, will get old some day".  My response to him is always "yes, but I will not have someone like me to take care of me when I do."  hahaha  

In October we started watching our new grandson Ellis two days a week.  He is a bright light and joy to the entire household.  Funny, fussy, and full of drool, this little guy is a blessing. We spend our Thursdays and Fridays making baby talk, trying to appease his needs, and just marveling over the hundreds of pictures I seem to keep taking of him.  It is rare for a child to have this much time with a great-grandparent and grandparents, I certainly never did.  Ellis gets to have time with me and Steve (grandma and Pa) and we both love every minute. The photos and visual memories that I will have of Ellis with my dad and Ellis with Pa are ones that I cannot accurately put into words but are ones that I feel immense gratitude to have.  

I think my annual end-of-year reflections are a product of being a December baby.  Since my birthday is three days after Christmas and three days before New Year's Eve the changing of my age is very closely tied to the wrap-up of a calendar year.  

In reflection, this year has provided for me in ways that I never dreamed possible.  Thank you Steve, dad, and my son Jason and his wife Mary for making my first year of retirement so special.  I feel very safe and satisfied in my life despite whatever turmoil is happening around the world.  I wish everyone could feel this much peace. 

As always, thank you for reading my blog!

Grandma P

Let me tell you about......September 2015 fun!

Oh my goodness, every September poses numerous challenges for me with the organization of birthday celebrations.  We have at least one or two birthdays each week in the month of September. Our dear friend Patsy starts off the month on the 1st; father in-law and dad are on the 10th and 11th, respectively; grandsons Amadeo and Luca are on the 15th and 20th; son Chris is on the 21st; husband is on the 26th; mother in-law is on the 30th.  There are a few others, aunt, niece, cousins and friends sprinkled in the mix every week also.

This year we had several birthday milestones, 35, 50, 65, and 70.  Five years ago I had a party here in Colorado to celebrate the September milestones of that year (do the math, subtract 5 from each of the previous numbers, lol) but many people from Kansas were unable to attend.  This year, since it was my husband Steve's 50th birthday, I decided to throw him a surprise party in Kansas at his mom and dad's house.  The location made it easier for a lot of family back there to attend as only we would need to travel.

I learned that my in-laws and family friends had plans to attend a shoot in eastern Kansas for that weekend. I used that as a means to get us back there for his "birthday weekend".  We decided to also attend the shoot, looking forward to great fun.  Unbeknownst to Steve, I had a hidden agenda.

I started planning his party in July, getting on people's calendars (harder than you may think with as large of a family as we have), and trying to keep it discreet.  My mother in-law is super accommodating when it comes to helping me plan and it was greatly appreciated due to the distance.

Steve's excitement for his birthday weekend was fun to watch since I knew he was only thinking it was going to be a fun Sporting Clays and fishing outing with me, his dad and mom, and two other friends.  Our drive to Kansas was uneventful, thank goodness!  We hauled our John Deere Gator with us to use during the shoot and my RANRGRL truck did well during the long drive from Colorado.

We arrived on Wednesday late evening and the party was planned for the next day.  Steve only thought that his kids and grandkids were coming by to see him on that day because we would be gone Friday through Sunday for the Sporting Clays event.

Thursday, September 24th 2015, party day at the Kansas McHone house!!! Steve's dad kept him occupied while his mom and I ran errands to pick up the cake and other last minute items for the party.   We stopped to pick up grandkids Braxton and Grady from daycare at their grandma Marina's house to surprise their Pa, Steve.  Those two boys were pretty excited to see Ava and me and Braxton was thrilled to see we were setting up a party for his Pa. I was really hoping to pull off the surprise with no hiccups.  The secret was almost exposed when son Wade texted Steve that morning "Happy Birthday Dad!"   HAHA  Steve's birthday was still two days away and Wade had a momentary brain lapse that confused his dad.  It was very funny.

I got Braxton's approval, haha

We kept the decorations pretty simple for the old guy, haha

Braxton will be four next February and he is at that great age of understanding things and getting engaged in things I am doing.  I recruited him to help me with some actions and paid him a quarter when he was done.  He was pretty cute with excitement.  I asked him where he learned to be such a good worker and he replied "my dad taught me".  Priceless, and good job Alex and Wade!





Little Grady will be two in December and he is a busy little guy.  We interrupted his nap at daycare because we picked them up.  All of the running around, playing, and laughing at great-grandma Ava's house wore him out before the party.  Pa was still gone with his dad so great-grandma Ava took the opportunity to get Grady to settle down and take a nap.  She got the job done and I was fortunate to capture pictures of this sleeping angel.  Steve and I do not get to see these grand kids often and I tend to take a LOT of pictures when we get together, can you blame me?

Look at this angel!

I stared at him a lot while he was asleep, such a sweet boy

All snuggled up in a blanket with his head propped on top of a fuzzy bear.  Grady took only five minutes to relax and drift off for this nap.  He was exhausted and slept through the activity that was abuzz around him.  His brother Braxton kept going over to try and wake him so we finally had to shoo him outside to hang out with Pa and great-grandpa Steve who had recently arrived.





Fortunately, daughter Lainie and grandson Jack arrived at that same time and they were able to keep Steve busy outside while the finishing touches were in progress in the house.
Braxton and Jack seemed happy to see each other and played a funny game of chase around the yard.  Steve and I miss seeing the interaction of the cousins due to the long distance of our households.  The Kansas afternoon weather was delightful and Pa had a great time watching his boys play.  I tried to get some good pictures of the moments and was pleased with what I did get.

 

I love these pictures of Braxton and Jack running around the yard chasing each other; it is fun to watch them play.

I adore this picture of Steve and Jack!!!

Meanwhile, inside the house, I am waiting with camera in hand for Steve to come inside and see his birthday party surprise.  People kept arriving, aunts, an uncle, a cousin, and the other kids but he stayed outside playing with the grand kids.  Who could blame him?

Each time the screen door would open I would grab my camera and poise myself to capture his face upon seeing the party setup.  I had to wait a very long time; it was amusing and frustrating.   I believe we finally had to call everyone in for dinner and he straggled on in with them.

Son Cody

Father in-law Steve Sr.

Daughter Lainie and Jack

Mother in-law Ava and Aunt Mary Ann

 Finally, Steve arrives at his surprise 50th birthday party!

He is giving me the "what did you do" look.....hahaha!

Time to gather 'round and party down with the McHone family, it was lots of fun!

Uncle Cody hanging Braxton upside down

Jack watching everyone as he eats

Wade feeding his little guy Grady

Sweet Grady

Jack, happy with his party hat!

Go Jack!

Oops, hat's falling off 

Last but not least, time for the birthday cake and celebratory candle lighting.  Braxton was right there next to Pa waiting to help him with the fun.  

This is a great picture!!  Happy 50th my love

The party was a success and I would like to thank my in-laws for letting us use their house for the venue.  I believe Steve was surprised and pleased with the kids and grand kids, and all other family members who came to help celebrate his 50th.

The actual "birthday weekend" festivities will have to wait for another blog.  It was three days of fun, food, and frustration.  Steve, his dad, and family friend Jim Holden shot around 400 Sporting Clays target over the three days; well, they shot "at" them anyway.  hahaha

As always, thanks for reading my blog.

Grandma P

Let me tell you about.......Summer 2015

Hello Readers,
I have been retired for 7.5 months already!  The summer is showing signs of easing into fall here in Colorado and I have noticed the panicked looks on parents and kid's faces as they shop for school supplies lately.  

I certainly do not miss the days of spending so much money on school supplies and clothes for our kids and I can only imagine how challenging it must be for a family of 2+ children to ensure that everyone is adequately prepared for a new school year.
I think about teachers at this time of year and all that they do in preparation for our children. As my Facebook friend list grows I note that several of my new contacts, old high school friends, are teachers and I admire them for that career path. 

I have several new blogs in progress but instead of publishing any I have spent the summer doing an inside project to assist in the completion of our last unfinished room in our basement.  Yay! 

My husband transformed the remaining east half of our basement from a room with no walls or floors into an extension of the already existing family room that came with the house.  We now have a really fun place to hang out if anyone ever comes to visit.  LOL, inside joke.
The transformation was not an easy feat, either.  My husband is amazing with his carpentry and electrical knowledge and his ability to pull it all together.  

My part was just getting the vision of what we wanted the room "to be".  The final decision was a western themed bar.  Dad and I set out with many trips to local and not-so-local flea markets and other stores to gather items for my "vision".  

Dad in front of a flea market, so fun!

 I am so pleased with how the room came together as we brought home items from many places.  The days spent with dad on this activity were priceless and fun as we looked through SO MANY booths and cast aside treasures from peoples lives.

Steve and I also had fun trips to shop for the room and found a lot of fun stuff.  The culmination of furniture, art, and antiques came together into a room that is amazingly comfortable and a fun place to hang out.  Of course, the fact that it is a bar complete with a kegerator is not so bad either. lol

During one flea market adventure Steve and I found an oil painting of a barn that ironically is located on the road up to our mountain property so we purchased it for a very low price.  It is really a nice painting and framed very rustically so it fits well with our decor.  There was a note included on the back of the painting that told us it was the "Batterson Barn" near Red Feather Lakes, CO.  This confirmed our suspicion that it was the same barn we pass every time we visit our property.  We recently discovered that the barn is included in the National Register of Historic Places and has a nice story attached to its existence.  Here is a link, it is a good read.  http://redfeatherhistoricalsociety.org/local-histories/historic-local-sites/batterson-ranch/#ranch

Original Barn

Oil painting of barn

It was a fun and exhausting project for us but we are very thrilled with the end results.

From the entryway

The bar area

South wall from entryway

North wall from entryway

Of course, I have also been busy with yard work, something alien to me since becoming an adult. I avoided yard work since my teenage years, weeding was used as a chore when we were in trouble and I never enjoyed working in the yard prior to retirement.  Now, I mow lawns, weed, and all kinds of yard work.  I recently was told by my son Jason "nice tan", first time I have ever heard that in my life!  Forty years of office life kept me very pale and now I have a what appears to be a tan but is mostly my freckles all starting to connect.  haha

We sold our rental house that was on the market for almost two years, phew! We had some camping weekends, so much fun!  We were not able to squeeze in as many as we hoped to but hopefully still have time to make a couple of more trips up. We celebrated the arrival of grandchild number eight in July, that will be a separate blog. 

The summer will be ending with visits from kids and grandkids from Kansas, a Colorado Rockies baseball game, and then lots of September birthday milestones this year.  

As always, thank you for reading my blog.  I love to write and even if a few of you read it makes it worthwhile for me.

grandma P