Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts

June 17, 2022

Weekly Wrap Up And Father's Day!

Well, summer arrived in all her glory this week. Man, it was hot! You know how much I love the sun and heat, right?? Evenings are my time these days, and we made the most of Wednesday evening this week with dinner on the lake and some swimming!






It was a beautiful evening with my people. In case you were wondering where the missing two are...



They are hiking out west and visiting beautiful places like the Grand Canyon, Sequoia National Park, and the Channel Islands. They are having a wonderful time, and I am so happy for them both. But I miss them too!

This Sunday is Father's Day. And it has me thinking about my dear Dad, whom I miss every day. 


Here he is with me, his fourth little bundle of pink!


He ended up with five! Can you guess which one is me?
Happy Heavenly Father's Day, Dad.

And  Happy Father's Day to this guy, the most amazing father I know! Sunday is his day, and he wants to cook on the grill! Madison is making strawberry pie, and I suspect there will be a few gifts too! 


Have a wonderful weekend, my friends!
Stay cool!!!

Billie Jo



October 23, 2017

Full Circle

My firstborn is in Italy! She is visiting this most amazing country with Nicolas and his lovely family. This visit is so very special for her, and for me as well. You see, with this visit to Italy, life comes full circle. Madison's great-great grandfather Joseph came here from Italy in 1911 to begin a new life for himself and his family. Shortly after, his wife Carmella and his young son Leo arrived and joined him. Young Leo, Madison's great grandfather, would eventually grow up and have a son...William Joseph...Madison's grandfather...my father.

I love that she has dreamed of visiting this place that means so much to her...This place where the people who came before her were born and raised and lived and loved. She is immersing herself in the Italian culture, and I could not be happier for her...And for my Daddy, who I am certain is right there with her, enjoying every moment.

Life is wonderful, isn't it? When that young Italian man boarded the ship taking him across the ocean to begin a new life, he surely never imagined that one day, years later, a young woman would return to the very place he called home. This young woman, his great-great granddaughter, would smile and laugh and even cry as she returned to the very place her story began. Yes, life is wonderful indeed.

I have this beautiful set of photos hanging in my kitchen. 
The pictures of my Dad and his father and grandparents, whom he loved so very much, reminds me every single day that amazing people came before me.
And I never want to forget them.

My Dad with his beloved grandparents...Carmella...

And Joseph.

Here he is...a few years older...with his father, my grandfather, Leo.

Just adding this one because it is my favorite picture of my Dad as a young man!

My girl...exploring Italy...

And of course...tasting the local cuisine!

She told me the churches are unbelievable...
And she lit a candle for her Grandma Flo, Steve's Mum, who is nearing the end of her time here on Earth...

And for her Grandpa Bill...who I know was with her the entire time.


Thank you for sharing these special moments with me, my friends.
We share so much here, don't we?
From happiness to sorrow, recipes to ideas, and memories of loved ones, this little world of Blogging is a warm and wonderful place.

Have a cozy day. 
Thanks for visiting. : )























May 8, 2017

His Wallet

Throughout our lives, we all accumulate things we feel we want, need, or even desire. As we age, the type of "stuff" we surround ourselves with changes...from toys to music to cars and eventually homes. Over time, we fill our homes with all types of items: furniture, clothing, pictures, books, tools. In the end, however, very few of these items remain. A visit to any nursing home or care facility demonstrates this fact easily.

My father was blessed during his life. He not only had a loving family and countless friends, he also worked hard and was able to accumulate many material things during different stages of his life. In the end only two material things remained, tucked safely inside the drawer next to his bed. One was his rosary, the other...his wallet.

My father was rarely without his rosary. When I think of him, it is often with his black, beaded rosary in his hand. The one other item my father treasured was his wallet. He kept it near, and often asked where it was. When I visited him in the Memory Support Unit, I often snuck a few dollars inside. I think it gave him comfort, and made him feel a sense of independence to have that tangible link to his life before the dreadful disease took over.

My mom kept his wallet after he passed, and often carried it in her purse. Eventually, I helped her organize the top drawer in my dad's dresser with special items that held precious memories for her. She kept his wallet there, along with several other things that brought her comfort. About a year ago, I was with my mom organizing her closets, and helping her go through my father's things. When I went to leave, she handed me Dad's wallet. She pressed it in my hand and said she wanted me to have it. I was so very thankful, and assured her I would care for it forever.

I keep my dad's wallet beside my bed, just as he did. Every so often, I take it out, look at his driver's license and insurance cards, and have a good cry. Then I tuck them back inside, comforted by the fact that he lived and smiled and prayed and laughed. He was here, and I have a small piece of him to carry with me always.

I love that he carried this little picture of himself and his dad for all those many years.

April 7, 2016

60 Years Ago Today...


These Two beautiful people said,"I Do."
Their love story spanned almost 58 years on this earth.
It continues across the places we know are there, but cannot see.
And it continues here on earth through the love my mother has for my dad,
through the memories they made, through the stories she shares,
through the lives of their 5 daughters, 12 grandchildren, and 5 great grand-children.
Happy 60th Anniversary Mom and Dad!
Love you forever.
 
 

February 10, 2016

Two Years

In loving memory of my Daddy...Who passed to Heaven two years ago today, February 10, 2014


The love you shared surrounds us,
The memories we made comfort us,
The faith you taught sustains us,
Until we meet again.
 
 
Love and miss you Dad.
 
 
 
 
 




February 10, 2015

One Year

It is one year ago my sweet father left us. I wrote this to him, so he knows just how much we miss him.

                                                   One Year

The calendar says it is a year. A year since you went away. ..A year since we saw your smile, or heard your laugh, or held your hand… And that may be true. Snow melted. Grass grew. Rain fell and winds blew. The sun shone. Leaves turned and fell to the ground. Snow came again.

Life continued without you. A tremendous hole stole the place in our lives where you belonged. We grieved. We cried. We picked up the phone to call you. We prayed. And slowly we learned to smile again. We even laughed again. And learned that it was alright to do so.

Our lives will never be the same without you. Ever. We will never completely heal. We will always have the pain and sadness and longing for just one more moment with you… One more chance to hold your hand or hear your stories or laugh at your jokes. 

Our lives now have a new normal… one in which you are still here in our hearts and in our minds. No amount of time or turning of pages on a calendar can erase the memories of you and the love and happiness you shared.  Yes, time will pass. Seasons will change. We will grow older. But you will remain with us. Always.

Just as the promise of spring carries us through a bitter cold winter, the promise of eternal life and being with you again carries us through the days we spend here without you. We rejoice for you, Dad. Your journey is ended. Someday we will meet again. Wait for us. And keep them smiling up there while you do.






March 23, 2014

My Rosary Beads

The Rosary has been a wonderful part of my entire life. I feel peaceful bringing my prayers and petitions to Our Lady. I gain comfort as the beads move through my fingers and as the prayers pass my lips and through my heart. Today, my dear husband gave me a most touching gift, one that caused me to reflect on the different sets of Rosary Beads that I have prayed with throughout my life.


As a teenager, I received this beautiful Rosary from my parents. They brought one home from Fatima for each of their daughters. I took this beautiful Rosary to college with me, and remember many, many days rocking in a chair in my dorm room praying for the intentions in my heart at that time in my life. I prayed for my family, and for Steve and our future together. I prayed for myself, that I would succeed in my studies and find a teaching job. I prayed for the things a young woman prays for as she begins her life away from home. And this Blessed Rosary got me through four long years away from my family, my home, and my Steve.


Steve gave me this beautiful Rosary shortly after we were married. I spent many mornings praying for things a young married woman prays for. I prayed for my husband, for my family, for myself, that I would do a good job teaching the young children entrusted to me each day. And most of all...I prayed for children of our own. I'm sure I practically wore these beads thin praying to Our Heavenly Father for a child. Then one more, and then for just one more. And in His own time, God answered my humble prayers.


I received this beautiful, old Blessed Rosary from a very special friend. One day, my sweet little son Rhett was holding my Rosary and it simply broke. My poor Rhett. Even as a young child, he had the most sincere, sensitive heart. He felt so badly about it, even when I held him and told him accidents happen. That very night, our family friend and parish priest, who happens to be Rhett's Godfather was visiting. When Rhett told him what happened, Father reached into his pocket and pulled out this beautiful Rosary. He handed it to Rhett, and told him to give it to me. The smile on Rhett's face is something I will never forget. So, that is how I came to pray with a Rosary once prayed with by a very holy man. With this Rosary I prayed the payers of an older mother. I prayed for my children that they would be happy at school. I prayed for my husband as he worked so hard for his family. I prayed for my parents as they got older. And I prayed for one more soul to bless our family. And again, in His own time, God answered our prayers. I also prayed with this Rosary for my father. I prayed for his health. And in time, for his soul.


This is the gift my husband brought me today. A brand new beautiful Rosary. A Rosary infused with the very roses that adorned my dear, sweet father's casket. Steve had this very beautiful Rosary made for me, so that now, as I move the beads through my fingers, I will be reminded of the man who taught me to pray The Rosary...who taught me to love The Rosary...my Dad. The very last day I spent with my dad, the day before he died, my sisters and I prayed the Rosary around my father's bed. As we started, we noticed his fingers rubbing against each other. We saw his fingers searching for something. Although he could not speak, he was letting us know what he wanted...his Rosary beads. And now, each time I pray with these beautiful beads, I will think of that day, and know that my father is praying with me.










March 11, 2014

February 10, 2014

I Just Wanted You To Know

My Father died today. The man that knew me before I knew myself...the man that gave me life...He died today. And I wanted you to know. I wanted you to know that his name was William Joseph. He was 79 years old and he was my dad.

He had jet black hair that only got peppered with grey. He had dark skin that I wish I had too. He was funny. Really funny. He loved my mother. So very much. He loved his 5 daughters and all his grandchildren too.

My dad loved rigatoni with meatballs. And a cold Straub beer. He loved to sleep. He loved to read the paper and watch Judge Judy. My dad hated peanut butter. I never saw him eat a peanut butter sandwich. Ever. He loved to watch Pittsburgh Steeler football and Pittsburgh Pirate baseball.

My dad dressed like a gentleman. He wore dress pants and ironed shirts every day. He wore a white undershirt and carried a white folded hankie in his pocket every day. He never wore shorts. Ever. I saw him swim in the ocean once. He took my Madison in and a wave knocked them over. He always remembered that, and so does she.

My father loved The Blessed Mother. He and my mother traveled to Fatima once, and brought us all back the most beautiful rosaries. My dad taught me to love our Blessed Mother too.

My dad drove me to my first job interview and waited in the car for me all morning long. He told me I would get the job and he was right. My dad stopped at the school one day when I was teaching and walked through the playground to the open window and said hello to my whole class.

My dad called me "Little Buddy". He smiled in his eyes. He used Ivory soap and Colgate toothpaste. He always smelled clean. He always looked nice.

My father's name was William Joseph. He was born in his house on a January day in 1935. He grew up and married a beautiful redhead he called "Queenie". He had 5 daughters and owned his own business. He loved his job. He loved his wife. He loved his children, and his grandchildren too. He had a happy life.

My father was a wonderful man. I will miss him every single day for the rest of my life. I will miss his voice and his laugh. I will miss making chicken cacciatore and pumpkin cake for him. I will miss calling him on the phone. I will miss the love between him and my mother. I will miss my dad.

A wonderful man went to Heaven today. His father and mother welcomed him home. I rejoice for him and mourn for me...and my dear mother and my sweet sisters. The world goes on around us. But my father died today. And I just wanted you to know.


My Handsome Dad around the time he met my beautiful mother... : )


My dad...with me... his fourth little bundle of pink... : )
 
 
And a few years later on my First Communion Day...
 
 
We shared a love of Pirate baseball. : )
 
 
Remember when I told you I was voted Prom Queen? Look who was the first to congratulate me. : )
 
 
And when I graduated from high school...he surprised me with a brand new car...and even more special...this beautiful card I have kept safe for 27 years.
 
 
His birthday last year...I made his favorite pumpkin cake.
 
 
I am blessed to see him in my own dear son.
 
 
Last Father's Day with three of his five girls. We took him out for pasta, of course.
 
 
With the love of his life...his Queenie...my mom.
 
 
The love of a lifetime...
 
 
I ask for prayers, my friends...for my father as he begins his journey home to Heaven...and for strength for those of us who loved him and will miss him so.