Loss

Me and Dad

The death of my father was the death of the best part of me. I did not afford myself the proper opportunity to grieve for the person I adored most in the world. As a daughter and a mother, I had to pretend everything was fine. But it wasn’t fine and it is still not fine. The beauty of a great bond with someone like a parent is the love and admiration that marks a lifetime. The difficulty in that bond is, when it ends in the physical realm, it leaves a massive hole in one’s heart and one’s life. It sounds morbid and it is not meant to be, but I look forward to the day I can be reunited with my father in heaven, if I am lucky enough to be admitted to heaven. I am not rushing anything because I know I have more work left to do here and I have people counting on me.

Ironically, the person who has helped me the most since my father’s death is my father. We always had a special language and understanding and in death, just like in life, he has not let me down. He sends me messages all the time through songs and nature and sometimes, a comment from a stranger. It has sustained me. I cannot even imagine the things he has saved me from that I have no knowledge of. I can name the ones I do know of but I am not going to do that.

I have come to realize in the last few years that my Dad was the one pushing me to move forward and encouraging me to take chances. Without his nudging, I have become stagnant and afraid to make any changes. This is not good. It has become unhealthy. I have always been an independent thinker and I do not seek advice readily. But I always went to my father for his opinion on any topic. He was thoughtful, kind and wise. His opinion always mattered. And honestly, even if he thought it might be a landmine of an idea or move, he would shrug and say, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Simple but honest advice. Boy, do I miss that. I miss knowing that the one person who really understood me is not a call or drive away anymore. My message in the sand says it all….I was hoping the day I did that, he would look down from heaven and see it. The people on the beach at the time probably thought I was insane but Dad would say, “Mary, they don’t pay your bills, so it doesn’t matter what they think of you.” Such a wise gentleman!

Book Review: Let’s Skip the Bull

I have been asked to review a lot of books since I started this website. I get asked to review about 2-3 books a week.  I love to read and I enjoy just reading the inquiries and seeing all the exciting things people are interested enough in to pen a manuscript.  I am working on my own book (s) with about 4-5 manuscripts in varying stages of completion so I understand how hard it is to accomplish such a grand task.  I don’t have time to read every book I am asked to review but one caught my eye and I could not resist.  The book is Let’s Skip the BULL – Lessons From Dad After Your Mom Died. It was written by Daryl Calfee, after the death of his beautiful wife, Johanna.  Since my Dad died four years ago, I have been seeking resources of any kind to help me through the absence of his physical presence in my day-to-day life.  

This is a beautiful book and one I would highly recommend to anyone who needs some inspiration, who needs to be reminded of the joy that has to continue after a devastating loss.  It is filled with wonderful stories and pieces of hopeful advice.  And it can really make you think.  For example, right out of the gate in the introduction Calfee writes, “The problem is, you will think you have time.  You don’t.”  Wow, that is a punch in the gut and the absolute truth.  He continues, “Stop waiting. Worrying.  Hoping the right time or thing will come along.”  He proceeds to give advice in short chapters on how to maximize your time on Earth with pleasure.  Like visiting the ocean or going on day trips.  He also gives advice for his children about keeping your promises to people and the importance of saying, ‘I’m sorry’ but it’s really for all of us.  He peppers all of this with what he calls ‘Painfully Funny Farm Stories’, which are funny and beautiful memories from his childhood that he can pass on to his children and make us laugh along the way.  

Truth is, I love this book.  I read almost the whole book on a rainy day.  I couldn’t put it down.  I felt like I was listening to a good friend of mine; a wise friend.  I could hear his voice in my head and we have never met.  And honestly, you can’t read it just once.  I tabbed chapters that I read on days when I need a little reinforcement.  Take a look at it HERE!  Or you can purchase directly from the publishing company here.  It makes a great gift for someone who has been through a loss or even for one of your children or a friend who needs some uplifting thoughts and motivation.  Or treat yourself.  If you do get it, please let me know what you think.  Until next time, let’s all skip the bull, get real and move forward!  

My signed book keeping company with my vision board!
So excited about my signed copy with tabbed pages…keeping company with my vision board!

The land of neutrality

Ah, Switzerland, the land of neutrality.  The country doesn’t get involved.  Their citizens don’t take sides.  Peaceful place. No conflict.  Image of ski slopes.  No drama.  My diplomatic nature (I hear my daughter laughing or groaning) has, on more than one occasion, been compared to the neutral environment of Switzerland.  I have opinions on lots of things – almost everything but I keep most of them to myself.  Because opinions are like, what is it, oh, that’s right, I don’t use foul language so I can’t say that.  Let’s just say, opinions are like rump roasters, everyone has one!   Here are a few opinions I have that maybe need to be expressed for a change.  See if you agree with any or you can add to the list.

No one should ever wear shorts in the winter in New England.  Even if you are going to the gym, newsflash – that is what gym bags are made for.  Please wear pants and put your shorts in the gym bag.  White, hairy legs are, well……downright scary!

I really dislike Croc sandals, mules, clogs, whatever they are.  They can be cute on very young children but they should be off limits for everyone else.

Bald men should not be allowed to buy convertibles.

The silent treatment is an insidious form of abuse.

All toddlers are, at some level, annoying.

I agree with Eminem, the musician, that you can do anything you set your mind to.

Small talk makes me tired – really tired.  I particularly despise weather chit chat.

I think love is the best thing in the world.  Chanel clothing is next (although I only have a handbag) so what would I know?

I think people with bad attitudes should check them at the door.  No one wants that energy around them.  We all have issues.  Get over it.  Grow up.  It’s not my fault you are miserable.

I think unfriending a friend on Facebook for no reason or no explanation is utterly lame.  This is not junior high, people.  I know it’s not called junior high anymore and I am showing my age, but I don’t care.

In that same arena, I think bashing people and airing your grievances on Facebook is never a good idea.  Call a friend, a counselor, a hotline.  I physically cringe at some of the ranting I read on Facebook.

Do not give unsolicited advice to anyone.  If he/she doesn’t ask for your opinion, then don’t give one.  Clearly, they know what they are doing.

Al Einstein was a genius.  And yes, sometimes the smartest person in the room is overlooked.

And someone once said “Confidence is a consolation prize for those who are less talented.”  Ah, let the truth be spoken!  So think about that the next time you meet someone who is overly confident – is there really anything behind that façade?  Chances are, no.  But let them ramble on anyway; it’s all they have.

And if you are still not convinced that I have an opinion, just ask my son what the word buffoon means?

Oh, and back to footwear for a moment.  I despise flip flops of any kind and yes, despise is a harsh word but it doesn’t even come close to expressing my hatred of the look and sound of these ridiculous foot coverings.   I particularly loathe the cheap plastic ones they sell at drug stores.  I don’t think anyone should wear these except in public showers to prevent a fungal infection which is another thing that totally grosses me out but that is perhaps another blog?  Anyway, I hate the sound, I don’t like seeing so much foot and I don’t like the look of being flat footed.  I actually make audible groans when I see or hear a flip flopper coming my way.  And remember if you are a flip flopper, you might not have a solid opinion on anything?  Get it?  Perhaps all the flip floppers should move to Switzerland!!  Peace, love and opinions…..Ciao for now…

crazy photo

Yes, this is the metamorphosis I make when I see or hear things I must give an opinion on. Trust me, I try to control it.