Monday, March 23, 2009

*Deep Breath*

Do you ever have those times in your life where you need to take a deep breath?
I am at one of those times tonight.
I am feeling overwhelmed and nervous. I have a VERY important "job" tomorrow. I want to do it well, I want to be what I need to be, and I want to be true to how I feel too.
I guess putting it out there is helping me to take that deep breath.
To remember that things are out of my control, and I have to trust in prayer and that God will see us all through.

I know the power of prayer. I have seen it.

So, tonight I am asking for a little extra prayers not for me, but for my big bro.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A Day for Wearing Green

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

The Luck 'O the Irish to you all!

Friday, March 6, 2009

It's time!

It's time for me to do something that I feel is important. Something I have a strong connection to. It's time for me to make it known that there are many people that we all know and love that struggle with the heartaches that come with premature birth. But it is also time to let the world know that there is a charity and agency that can help. That makes a big difference in the lives of the families and the little ones that are born premature. It's time to let the world know of the success stories of our preemies, that the March of Dimes is devoted to helping!
I have been indirectly effected by premature birth. Both my sisters had preemies, my cousin had a premature little girl, and most recently one of my best friends had a beautiful daughter at 25 weeks.
What can I do to help? I can walk! I can try to get the message of the March of Dimes out there! I can hopefully reach my personal goal through the generosity of my family, friends, and even strangers, who might be reading this post. It is an important cause.
Anthony, Christian, Jason, Meghan, Elizabeth, and Margaret are the reason I am asking for your help.

I have a link in the sidebar and I have a personal website where it is easy to make a donation.
Please search your heart and your pocket for any amount you can give.
Thank you!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009


It seems like today is a good day to let the world know about my Mom.
How special she is.
How strong she is.
How she tries to be the peacemaker.
How she tries to be what everyone needs her to be.
How she thinks of others before herself.

She is one of the people that I can tell most anything to. She has helped me through some tough times. And although there was a time in my life that we weren't really friends, I can happily say that now we are. I am sure there are times that she disagrees with me, or would like to tell me what she REALLY thinks, but I also know she supports me in whatever I do. Now don't get me wrong, she does tell me what she thinks, and she doesn't always hold back. She is a Mom for cryin' out loud, isn't that what Moms do.

I guess, I just want the world to know what a great Mom she is and today is a great day to do that.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

True Love.

I know many have heard of the old adage that as a couple gets to their later years of life, if one passes away, the other is not long for this world. Well, this week I've begun to believe in that more and more. About six months ago, my family lost a very special lady and on Wednesday her husband followed.
My big brother-in-law's Dad, Ralph, passed away. He was an extraordinary man. As the priest at his funeral mass said, he lived a quiet, respectful, and very dignified life. He was a genuine person, who was truly interested in what you had to say and he wanted to share his life experiences with you too. He was a WWII vet and a firefighter. At the funeral there were firemen and military personal. It was quite moving.
Chuck was his pride and joy. And I KNOW how much he loved my sister. Char always had a special spot in her heart for him too.
I will never forget his smile, his laugh, and the way he called me "Kar". I can even hear him in my mind "How ya doin' Kar?". I love this photo of them both. This is how I will remember them.

I will never understand death. I don't know anyone really understands. So sad, but my faith helps me through.

I will truly miss you, Mr. Dortenzio. But I know you are back with your true love.