Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Goodbye forever, again

I'm not sure how to process my emotions right now, so I'm just going to write.

In the early morning of May 31, my dad died. You can only neglect your health and abuse your body for so long before it just gives up, and that's what finally happened to him.

I got word from my mom on Friday May 30 that my sister had gone down to Florida to be with him in the hospital as he was being moved to hospice care. His liver and kidneys were failing and there was nothing more they could do—it was comfort measures only at that point. They estimated only a few more days. I was a wreck that day, imagining him dying and waiting for the call.

The call came from my mom that very next morning, as I was sitting on the beach with my family for a weekend getaway. I couldn't believe it—he was actually gone. At the same time, I couldn't believe he lived as long as he did, knowing what he put his body through and how bad his life was for many years.

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I'm sad—for me, for my mom (though they had been divorced for many years), and for my sister who had to literally watch him struggle for his last breath. I'm mad—that he did this to himself and that it didn't have to be like this. I'm relieved—that he's finally at peace, that he didn't die alone in an alley somewhere with no one to care, and that I can now try to put all the pain behind me and move on.

This is all so hard for me because my dad was an alcoholic, and it destroyed our relationship and his life.

Daddies are supposed to walk their daughters down the aisle, see them get their college diploma, become grandfathers who spoil their grand babies. But that was not my reality, and I mourned the loss of the daddy I wanted and needed a long time ago. And now I have to mourn that loss all over again and it hurts. It hurts more than I ever though it could, given the huge time and distance between us.

I closed my heart to him for good almost 14 years ago—I just couldn't handle the constant heartbreak. Letting him in, forgiving him, over and over and over again, only to be devastated when he fell off the wagon yet again. It hurt too much.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't easy at all. I tried many times to mend fences with him. He went to prison in 1998 for drunk driving (finally!) and it took all the strength I had, but I visited him there, several times, in an effort to reconnect because he was actually sober. But he wasn't out for more than a month before he fell off the wagon again. That was the last straw. I was emotionally unstable (in treatment for clinical depression) and I could not handle the heartbreak one more time.

I thought that was it—I had ultimately made my peace with the estrangement and told myself he was essentially dead to me. I did my best to bury my feelings. I didn't want to talk to him or hear about him. Ever. And it worked like that for the most part.

But now, in his passing, so many feelings have resurfaced, and I'm really struggling with them. I'm still holding onto a lot of anger, disappointment and sadness. I loved my dad, but when he was drunk, he was a totally different person. Thankfully he was never abusive in any way, but I HATED what the alcohol turned him into. It became really hard to separate my hatred for this horrible disease from him—they were so intertwined. I hit a breaking point in high school and I started hating him. I had to put up a wall to protect myself, and hating him was easier than loving him and repeatedly getting my heart broken by the one man who's always supposed to be there for a girl. I know alcoholism is a disease, but as a child I could never understand why I (and my mom and sister who all loved him dearly) wasn't enough to make him happy and motivate him to stay sober. People did it all the time, why not him??

I made my decision before I had kids, but I stuck by my decision because of the kids, once they were in the picture. I knew there was no way I could in good conscience put them through even a sliver of the disappointment or heartbreak I went through.

In time, much of the raw hatred faded. I was still sad, disappointed and angry at times but mostly just indifferent. He was out of my life and I was okay with it. Even better for it, I truly believed (and still do).

But I've found, surprisingly, that it's really hard for me to hate a dead person, especially knowing how much he suffered. And especially knowing that no matter what, he loved me. My sister reassured me that he asked about me and talked proudly of me all the time. That gives me some peace, that he didn't fault me for doing what I had to do to protect myself. And now that I'm a parent, I do truly believe that. I don't know that I could have been convinced before I had kids, but with the perspective I have now, I know that there was nothing I could do to make him stop loving me, because that's how I feel about my own kids.

As far as closure, that about as much as I'll get. I chose not to see him in his final days because I don't believe I could have been strong enough to talk to him or see him like that. But that means I'll never hear him tell me he's sorry. As much as I didn't think I needed that, I realize now that I do.

Forgiveness won't be easy, but I think that's all I can try to do at this point.

This is so hard.


Oddly enough, I woke up at 5:08am the morning he passed, an hour at which I'm very rarely up. I was still awake at 5:20am as he drew his last breath, unbeknownst to me at the time. I didn't get an overwhelming sense of him at the time—I figured I was just still upset about knowing he was going to die and anxious/excited for the beach trip, and that's why I was unable to fall back asleep. While I'll never actually know, I'd like to think that he was thinking of me as he lay dying. Somehow that's comforting to me.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

End of 1st and 4th...Summer Break begins

Aidan and Logan had their last day of 1st and 4th grade on Friday.

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Thankfully, it was a school year without much drama. After the issues we had with Aidan's 3rd grade teacher, I was hopeful we'd made the right decision not to loop with her. And for the most part I do think it was a good decision. We had a bit of a scare with math when things just weren't clicking for a while there and he wasn't testing well. At all. But magically, something clicked at the end of the 3rd quarter and he ended up on the A/B honor roll for the year, and did well on both EOG tests. He's a really smart dude who reads like it's his job. Such a bookworm--I love it!

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It's beyond me why Aidan looks so much happier on his first day of school than his last...

And Logan. Bear with me as I legit brag for a minute. He's so smart. Even though he doesn't love to read as much as Aidan (yet) he's reading well beyond a 1st grade level. He's naturally good at math like Adam, and was even talking Aidan through some math logic on a few homework assignments. He's now in the AIG program where he tested in the 98th percentile for math.

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I know academics aren't everything, but I'm glad both of them at least started out elementary school doing so well, setting a good academic foundation for them to build on. I know we're bound to hit more speed bumps along the way like we did this year with Aidan and math, but success early on shows them that even when things get tougher, they have proven the ability to do well.

I'm so proud of both of them!

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Of course Lorelai had to get in on the action. I'm proud of her too, of course :)

And now, on to our (much too brief) summer break. I haven't done a bucket list for this summer, but hopefully we can still make the most of it anyway!

Monday, June 16, 2014

Daddy's Day

My kids are lucky enough to call this handsome dude Daddy. And I'm lucky enough to call him my baby daddy. Except I don't really call him that, but I should because it's funny. I honestly can't imagine doing this thing called parenthood with anyone else.

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Adam's day started with Lorelai wishing him a happy Mother's Day (oops!!) but the rest of the day and weekend were just perfect.

I think that we've established many many times here that we love nothing more than to be completely lazy whenever possible. Mission accomplished on Sunday, for sure. Even though no one slept in, Adam got to lay on the couch, watch World Cup games with the boys, and play video games all day, until it was time to go to the Melting Pot for a delicious dinner with his side of the family. That might literally have been his perfect day. He didn't even have to fold a stitch of laundry! :)

But we weren't lazy the whole weekend. On Saturday, we went to Frankie's Fun Park for some arcade games and go-carting. If he's not going to relax at home, a trip to the arcade is probably at the top of Adam's list of places to go. Of course the kids were happy to oblige.

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And me too, because I got to drive a go cart and do the Drop Zone ride with Aidan and Logan. Makes me realize how much we really need to plan a trip to Carowinds or Kings Dominion soon!

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It was a wonderful Father's Day weekend, full of fun, love and appreciation for him. I really hope my kids know just how lucky they are to have him.

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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Strawberries for days

Words fail me at the moment, so how about some pictures?

I've still got a huge backlog to go through and post, but we'll start with last month's strawberry picking adventures.

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Let me just say that I think I've found my new Mother's Day weekend tradition. Like last year, we had another absolutely perfect morning picking strawberries and playing at the farm's fun park.

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We picked two baskets FULL. I'm talking over 12 pounds of strawberries...whoa! Once we got them home and I had to clean them all, I realized we probably went a bit overboard, and thought they'd go bad before we could eat them all. Luckily I was able to freeze a few pounds, and made the most delicious quick strawberry jam. I've never made it before, but now I'm totally spoiled. I know how I want to use the frozen berries now, and I'm already looking forward to next year's haul.

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Just when I thought we needed to stop because pickings were slim in field 1, they opened field 2 and we were the first ones over there.

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Once our baskets were overflowing, we were ready to play! The best thing about the farm we go to is that they have family fun park. We could spend all day there. Bouncing...

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Tractor-riding and um, hamster-wheeling? These huge pipe things were on tracks so we could race each other, which was pretty hilarious.

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See sawing and pedal carting...

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Duck racing...

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And of course, feeding the animals. They gained a donkey and their goats have grown since last year. Awww!

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We made some more great memories that day that I'll always cherish.

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(Oh, and look at that. Clearly I found some words after all.)