Tuesday, 30 January 2007

Middleman is a new boy!

Tonight, my little man had his First Reconciliation…aka his first confession. He practiced the Act of Contrition which he needed to know off by heart…and he did. He was SO nervous. Poor little guy.

But, as usual, he was great.

I’d love to have been a fly on the wall tonight. What exactly does a 7 year old confess? I can only imagine what the priest must hear from these little people!
Next stop…First Communion on April 22nd!

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Sunday, 28 January 2007

If tears could build a stairway...

“If tears could build a stairway, and memories were a lane, We would walk right up to heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken. No time to say goodbye. You were gone before we knew it, and only God knows why. Our hearts still ache in sadness, and secret tears still flow. What it meant to lose you–no one can ever know. But now we know you want us to mourn for you no more. To remember all the happy times, life still has much in store. Since you’ll never be forgotten, we pledge to you today–a hallowed place within our hearts is where you’ll always stay.”

Joanne S – January 10, 1972 – January 28, 2006 Pin It

If tears could build a stairway...

“If tears could build a stairway, and memories were a lane, We would walk right up to heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken. No time to say goodbye. You were gone before we knew it, and only God knows why. Our hearts still ache in sadness, and secret tears still flow. What it meant to lose you–no one can ever know. But now we know you want us to mourn for you no more. To remember all the happy times, life still has much in store. Since you’ll never be forgotten, we pledge to you today–a hallowed place within our hearts is where you’ll always stay.”

Joanne S – January 10, 1972 – January 28, 2006 Pin It

Friday, 26 January 2007

Our beautiful baby boy

www.dropshots.com/dawn2007

These are the photos from our 3D ultrasound tonight. I am exactly 28 weeks pregnant.
Threepeat wasn’t shy at ALL about showing off his boyhood, but his feet and hands kept his face hidden for most of the time! Pin It

Wednesday, 24 January 2007

One year ago today...

I spoke with my sister for the last time one year ago today.

She called me on the Wednesday evening, on her way home from work. Not many people know this and I have lived with guilt because of it…I couldn’t be bothered to speak to her. I was busy doing something completely unimportant, so I lied and told her I was on my way out the door to take the boys to karate. I said I would call her back when I got home. The boys didn’t even have karate that night and I never “got around” to calling her back. I will forever carry that guilt. I never spoke to her again. She died on the Saturday.

The thing is, if I knew she was going to die, I obviously would have spoken to her. But we don’t know ahead of time. I now make sure I find the time to speak to people, even if I would rather be doing something else. I wish you would do the same…believe me, you don’t want to have this guilt. Pin It

Monday, 22 January 2007

Happy Birthday Boo-Boo Magoo!!!

Today is my middle niece, Rebekah’s (aka Boo) 8th birthday!

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Sunday, 21 January 2007

5 years

ive years ago today, at 9:45 pm, we lost my father-in-law. He was 68 years old and he had Hepatitis C…something nobody knew until the day he died.

When I think of how much has changed in five years, I am amazed!

We have moved, I have changed positions at work (several times! LOL), the boys are both in school full-time, D (my third niece) was born, we lost Hubster’s grandmother, my grandfather, my Dad and my sister, we conceived Threepeat…I could go on and on. The point is, it’s only when I look back do I realize how much five years can change things.

RIP Papa…I’m sure you’ve been with us through every single one of these changes…

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Tuesday, 16 January 2007

A post from the past

I wrote this quite a while ago and wanted to repost it as I am pretty proud of it.
Angels Among Us

The date was Thursday, May 20th, 2004, at 2:45 in the afternoon. I know
there were angels among us. It had been almost 5 years since his diagnosis. My
Dad lay dying in the hospital, with my Mom, my sister, my Aunt Julia and I all
with him, holding his hand. The sun was streaming through the window and
although it was the saddest moment of my life, there was a calm and peaceful
feeling that is difficult to describe.

The radio was softly playing Shania Twain’s “It Only Hurts When I
Breathe”. Dad’s breaths got slower and shallower and we knew the end was
imminent. As he took his last breath, Shania sang her last verse. A strong wind
suddenly blew through the window and papers flew around the room. As he exhaled
for the last time, the wind stopped and there was complete silence, save for the
gentle sound of “That’s What Friends Are For” playing on the radio. We prayed
and cried. It was over. The long, painful battle with Acute Lymphatic Leukemia
was over. Dad was in the arms of his maker, no longer suffering. I know there
were angels among us.

As we collected our things and said our last good-byes, Josh Groban sang
“You Raise Me Up” on the radio. This song had become our family’s theme over the
past couple of days. When Dad was admitted to Emergency, he lapsed into a coma.
As he smiled at us for the last time before losing consciousness, the song was
playing over the speakers. I know there were angels among us.

Over the next few days, we planned the most beautiful tribute to Dad. There
were so many people at the Church. As the casket was brought in, Josh Groban’s
“To Where You Are” played. My brother-in-law sang the song that had now become
our theme song, “You Raise Me Up” so beautifully that I knew there were angels
among us.

Dad’s battle was a long and hard one. He endured chemotherapy treatments
that were so strong they should have killed him. He suffered through lumbar
punches, hickman lines, poking, prodding, medications, infections, nerve damage,
humiliation and mental anguish that none of us could ever comprehend. Knowing
every day that he had a ticking bomb inside his blood that could explode any day
must have been pure hell. He was too young to die…57 years old. And still, he
never wavered. He was brave and strong and never complained. He never felt sorry
for himself. He accepted his fate and when we asked him about it, he would
always say, “Life deals the cards, we merely play the hand.” Throughout his long
struggle, I knew there were angels among us.

My father’s battle and subsequent death were not in vain. He has touched so
many people and changed so many lives that would otherwise not be touched. He
has opened hearts and opened minds. He has helped people change the way they
look at life. We all look at life very differently. We cherish each day. We tell
each other how much we care. We choose our battles and let things that are
unimportant go. My father was the proverbial sacrificial lamb that let us know
that there are angels among us.

When I think back and realize how many signs there were, I know there were
angels among us. They give us strength through hard times and guide us through
the most difficult paths in life. When my Dad died, my eyes were opened to see
things I never saw before. If we only open our hearts and minds, we will see the
little clues thatwe are not alone. I know there are angels among us. The songs
that play during the times of trial and turbulence are signs…some will say that
it is coincidence. I don’t. Open your heart to the angels among you. I know my
Dad is one of the angels now, watching over my family every day, helping us with
our daily struggles. Thank you Daddy for your love and guidance. I know you are
here with me…wearing the biggest and most beautiful wings and soaring through
the clouds in absolute perfection. I know that there are angels among us.
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Monday, 15 January 2007

What's the big deal???

Today, Toronto was hit by it’s first snow storm of the year. and in true Toronto form, everyone overreacted. All the local news stations ran it as their top story…people were having accidents left, right and centre and school buses were cancelled all over the place.

We live in Canada people…the Great White North. We are supposed to EXPECT this weather.

We were SUPPOSED to have already had two months of this weather.
Canadians need to get a grip. If you can’t handle the snow, move to Florida. Otherwise, suck it up and deal with it.

I hate snow, but I don’t hole up in my house at the first sign of snow flakes for goodness’ sake!

Part of living in Canada is learning to drive in the winter weather. Life in Canada cannot stop for a little snow or freezing rain.

COME ON PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!

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Wednesday, 10 January 2007

I am so proud!



Joanne’s co-worker emailed this picture to me today. It is a wall in the dental office where Joanne worked. Each year, one employee is given the Award of Excellence. This award is based on Joanne’s morals and principals of striving for excellence in everything you do, both personally and professionally.

The impact that my sister had on so many people continues to amaze me. Before she died, she was just my sister, ya know? But now, I realize that she was so much more to so many people. It really, really overwhelms me.

Today would have been her 35th birthday. January 28th is the first anniversary of her death. I think this email was most fitting for this month.

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Happy 35th Birthday Joanne!

I wish you were here with us…Thirty-five years ago today, Joanne C made her way into the world the normal way.

Nothing about her would be normal though.

From the imagination she had as a child to the unwavering faith she had as an adult, Joanne was different through and through.

She excelled at almost everything she put her mind to and I am proud to have been her sister.

I hope that today, she is celebrating with the angels. My Dad is the one organizing the party and popping the champagne! I hope that she looks down and sees not only how much she is missed, but more so, how much of an impact she has had on so many people.

Though she is gone, she will never, ever be forgotten.

I love you Joanne. Happy Birthday.

Joanne’s Mission Statement:

“I will live each day remembering that relationships take priority over riches. I will express love and affection to the most important people in my life — God, Mark and my children, putting their needs ahead of my own. I will strive to keep commitments, not only to myself but to others. I will walk and set a positive Christian example, influencing others to find the peace, comfort and security I have through accepting Jesus Christ. I desire to live in God’s will for my life through daily devotion and taking the time to listen. My values of self-confidence, truth, good health and respect for others will serve as a constant reminder for the way in which I will conduct myself and live each day.”

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Sunday, 7 January 2007

My New Year's Wish for ALL of You...

Once I had a dream …
or maybe I read it and incorporated it.
Sometimes, memory of where fails me,
but I know it was good, really good.
There was a world,
and we all lived there, together.
There was peace among all faiths,
and all races; opportunity existed for all.
Everybody celebrated,
celebrated the joy of their uniqueness.
Sharing whatever they had with
those who had need, without obligation.
Together we shared
the planet that we were so blessed with.
The environment was nurtured like a baby,
protected from greedy users and abusers.
There was love there,
love for every living thing.
Understanding how creation of all life
directly relates to us on a personal level.
Joy was daily ritual,
joy for discovery of something new.
Not a form of obedience or requirement,
but a beautiful understanding of balance.
War did not exist,
there was no need for a defense budget.
We were all a part of the big picture;
all people had a voice, we were important.
This was a world of honor,
a world of Jesus and Mohammad,
a world of LaoTsu and Buddha,
where all paths have honor and validity.
Education was second nature,
learning became a way of life for all people.
Religion was not a means of conversion,
but a method of discovering ones own path.
May the new year bring you:
success in your business,
sunshine in your love life,
health in your physicality.
May your country bring you:
peace in world relations,
honesty in their rhetoric,
openness in their policies.
May our educators bring us:
freedom in our thoughts,
knowledge of all things,
lessons in how to think.
May you bring your world:
integrity in your dealings,
love in your friendships,
beauty in your creations.
Once I had a dream…
© 2002 By John Doelman
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Friday, 5 January 2007

Feels like home

I visited my old department today and got the warm fuzzy feeling of home.

The place is VERY different…walls have been knocked down, people have moved, there are TONS of new people and the desks are all rearranged, but I realized that it is not the place that feels warm, it’s the people! Chantelle, Giuliana, Sheila, Gail, Josh-o-Rama, TK, Rachel, Niki, Annaliese…to name a few. The hugs, belly rubs and smiles just made my day.

I need to make more of an effort to get in there and see these people. They are just so great to be around and I miss them SO much.

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Wednesday, 3 January 2007

How is he kicking so HIGH????

According to the websites and books I am reading, the top of my uterus should be two inches above my belly button at this point my pregnancy. If this is true, how the HECK is Threepeat kicking me WAAAY up under my ribcage???

This kid is going to be the next David Beckham, I swear. He kicks ALL the time. He especially likes to kick all night long. And he is getting stronger every day. Oh my gosh…I have another three and a half months…how on earth will I survive his kicks at the end if he is this strong already?! Pin It
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