PattybytheSea

Pull up to Fox. We are here to talk about some things. It's a gray day. Kind of cold. Before anyone else pulls up, the song Swing Life Away comes on. It always resonated with me. It does even more now. Really never realize how lucky you are until it is gone. Or you do appreciate someone and are naive to believe that this won't be like this forever, but it won't be. After our meeting Kane and I went down to the stream and had a good little time walking along the water. It was nice. We talked about him seeing "wildlife" and a story about a snake. Happy times....even in sad times... This song reminds me of how you may have really wanted your life to play out with someone... Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost? I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and

I was laughing about how you used to have your little “prep” kit out when you got ready. Used to joke and call you “Mandy Make Up”. I know how hard work was on your hands and feet. Being on your feet so much your poor ankles and feet became weak and almost caused you to walk with a limp. I always wanted you to go and see someone for it. Regardless, you got around the tristate area with the best of them. And you kept on working. Your work ethic would rival any man or woman. You never stopped working. Even in retirement, you kept busy and working to bring money in. I know it really gave you a sense of freedom to have your own money and play by your rules. I recall your little clear bags that you had to use at Super Fresh or Shop Rite and for some reason you kept using them to carry you “fake” debit card. When the check would come I wouldn’t say anything just so I could get a kick out of your plastic bag and toy debit card. It always did make me feel good that you had your own money t

With some snow supposed to hit us today, I was texting the girls about how much fun you used to have when it snowed. I would be playing on grant road with Sibbett, Sean, Joe, Chris and Lou while the girls would typically be playing in the front yard. I can see it in my mind. It’s cold outside, but warm inside….because of you. Always made our home warm and filled with love. I can see the old school green duck boots. Now back in style….I bet you’d be laughing and saying, “those are classics….never go outta style….” I can recall all the days and nights in the village when it would snow real good. A blanket of quiet white. To me, the snow would be 6-12” every winter when I lived there. Like it would just keep coming. I can recall coming downstairs from a good sleep, listening to 1060 spitting out number after number…and hoping to catch 464 and the morning rage would ensue. Ah. The good old days. You would be sitting at the kitchen table with your coffee and the paper (if it even got delive

Grabbed a Snickers bar last night after my work dinner. Always remember you would always surprise me as a kid, then as a young adult and then as an adult. You would always stop by and then magically pull one out of your pocketbook. It brought me back to a time when we were all kids living at 988. You didn't have much in the way of money, so we would literally look under the cushions for whatever change you could find and I could walk up to the Sev. The good old days when kids could run all over and not have to worry. It didn't matter how hot or cold it was, I would make the trek up to the top of Taylor. Probably with one of the neighborhood kids. It was like the best thing in the world. That's just how you are...always giving with whatever you could give. It means a lot to me as I am older and know that you did the best you could. I know you would've given us so much more if you had the means. Part of me is thankful that you didn't because I may have been as big as