Tuesday, March 20, 2012


When the boys grandfather was in the hospital and near death, I went into his room before they removed his breathing tube to say my good byes.

I grabbed a stool so I could get closer to him, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for allowing me to be part of his amazing family. Then I made a few promises.

With tears in my eyes, I promised him that I would do everything in my power to raise the boys to be just like him. I promised that I would make sure that they are caring adults, hardworking man, that they would take responsibility for their actions, that they would love their families and that everything they do would be in his honor.

I struggle with the promise at times. And I can't go back on my word.

Raising the boys is hard work. I might not have the ability to teach them 'manly' things but I can teach them how to be a dad, how to be a good husband and how to care for others.

Well, Tony......how am I doing? I am trying, working hard at it...all for your honor! I love you and still miss you daily!

Now boys....like I always say...what would Papa Tony say? Please think about that when going through life!

Saturday, March 10, 2012


I have been pondering the thought of what happens when you are such good friends with someone and then one day it's like you are strangers? Or more like acquaintance's? I HATE this feeling. I consider my friends as my family, ones I can turn to, ones that will never let me down. I know that people drift apart, I know people go their own ways but I was always thinking that ones that are family will never go away.

I miss seeing my 'family', I miss laughing with them but I know things change or all good things come to an end.

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