I know Emily is growing up. That's a fact that I can't deny. I came home from work today and only had to move my head down to kiss the top of her head. Santa bought Em new bedroom things for Christmas. No more Princesses. Hannah Montana now. It was kinda sad to pack up the last of the little kid things.
So, on we went to Target last night to pick up a new Christmas tree. A pre light 7.5 foot tree listed at $129.99 that we walked away for $12.99. Emily has had a Princess night light that she still uses. So, I decided that we needed to change the kind of night light. So, what's a cool night light that we can utilize in the future? A Lava lamp!
So, Em has a Lava lamp. It's pretty cool.
My parents are taking her to FLorida in just over a week and the night that my parents told her that she was going to Florida with them, Em came home and asked why we weren't going to pack. I had to explain that we needed more time before we packed. Plus, I need to buy her a real suitcase for the first time. She has one of those little bags, the kind you use to go over night to Grandma's but she needs a real one.
Pink of course.
Plus I need to finish the Thank you notes from the funeral. But I can go shopping online for a suitcase.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
I am exhusted
I thought one of the hardest days of my life was Friday when we spent the day at the funeral home picking out the casket, the cards and all the other things that go along with the prepartions to a funeral. It was a lot of tough choices and so many things to think about while you are still reeling from the shock of the death of a loved one.
But today was harder. Tonight was the wake for George and it was fantasic. There were so many faces, people we hadn't seen in years, friends, family and people who knew George through out his many incarnations in the public. The VFW came and did a beautiful tribute, formal and informal, each member of the five or six different posts telling us the different ways that George had touched their lives.
We had friends we had lost touch with come. People that Brian hadn't seen since high school. All but four of his cousins came. Even the ones who had just lost their fathers. (In case I forgot to tell you, George was the youngest of five. The oldest Liz, lives in Jersey and there were three other brothers. We lost one brother in October and the other just a short 3 weeks ago).
I was truly touched to see Brian's friends from work, a couple that a good friends of my father's and our friends who drove up from Long Island to be with us. Brian's French Candian brother in law, some of his family is even here.
But Emily, oh my little Emily is growing up. She has had a great handle on what has happened. And she told us she wanted to see Pop-pops one last time. Last night, she and I were sitting talking about the funeral home and what she wanted to do. If she wanted to go or not. As of last night she didn't.
This evening, she was with my parents and started talking about seeing George one last time. My parents brought her. There was no one there. They brought her up, she saw George, blew him a kiss and told him good bye. It broke my heart.
There is another part of this story, but as my head is killing me, I have a houseful of our friends who are here to be with Brian, I'm going to go.
But today was harder. Tonight was the wake for George and it was fantasic. There were so many faces, people we hadn't seen in years, friends, family and people who knew George through out his many incarnations in the public. The VFW came and did a beautiful tribute, formal and informal, each member of the five or six different posts telling us the different ways that George had touched their lives.
We had friends we had lost touch with come. People that Brian hadn't seen since high school. All but four of his cousins came. Even the ones who had just lost their fathers. (In case I forgot to tell you, George was the youngest of five. The oldest Liz, lives in Jersey and there were three other brothers. We lost one brother in October and the other just a short 3 weeks ago).
I was truly touched to see Brian's friends from work, a couple that a good friends of my father's and our friends who drove up from Long Island to be with us. Brian's French Candian brother in law, some of his family is even here.
But Emily, oh my little Emily is growing up. She has had a great handle on what has happened. And she told us she wanted to see Pop-pops one last time. Last night, she and I were sitting talking about the funeral home and what she wanted to do. If she wanted to go or not. As of last night she didn't.
This evening, she was with my parents and started talking about seeing George one last time. My parents brought her. There was no one there. They brought her up, she saw George, blew him a kiss and told him good bye. It broke my heart.
There is another part of this story, but as my head is killing me, I have a houseful of our friends who are here to be with Brian, I'm going to go.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
So George
George, Brian's father was a very active member of the VFW. Being that he was a Vietnam era vet, he had great patriotism in his country and was very, very involved, to the point where he missed family events due to his commitment to the VFW.
One of the last projects George was involved in was the creation of the Ulster County Veterens Cemetery in New Paltz. The Cemetery was dedicated on Verterns Day of this year. George told Kathleen (Brian's Mom) that he wanted to be buried there.
Fast forward to yesterday. We had to go to the funeral home and make all the arangements. My mother in law or sister in law had already call the VFW state commander, who George was his assistant and very good friends with. Bob was told that George wanted to be buried in the new cemetery.
Well, in a very George like fashion, George will be the first burial in this area. They had previously intered ashes, but this will be the first casket. It would have made him proud.
Now, please pray for a mild day.
One of the last projects George was involved in was the creation of the Ulster County Veterens Cemetery in New Paltz. The Cemetery was dedicated on Verterns Day of this year. George told Kathleen (Brian's Mom) that he wanted to be buried there.
Fast forward to yesterday. We had to go to the funeral home and make all the arangements. My mother in law or sister in law had already call the VFW state commander, who George was his assistant and very good friends with. Bob was told that George wanted to be buried in the new cemetery.
Well, in a very George like fashion, George will be the first burial in this area. They had previously intered ashes, but this will be the first casket. It would have made him proud.
Now, please pray for a mild day.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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