PattybytheSea

Almost 10 and normally expect a call from you driving over to Heather's. It was so regular the last 5 or so years. Logged on for work and just got busy. My window open, city traffic starting to pick up as we get out of this quarantine crap. Nice breeze coming in. These mornings, cold, crisp, clear, I feel like you always enjoyed them. Definitely someone who woke up every day looking at it as a new opportunity for life. I am sure you had like 5-7 cups of coffee. It's funny. I think that would have you all jacked up, but you still stayed somewhat laid back. I was reminiscing a lot after uploading all my sports clippings and stuff from Penn State Delco baseball. About that time in my life. Basically I was a walking zombie or ghost. School, baseball, work. Rinse and repeat. I remember I would take the Windstar to UPS at night and work, stop at the Sev for a breakfast sandwich for when I got home. That time was such a busy time at our house. I was going to college, the girls all in

I remember when I first tried contacts. I was in my room and getting ready for school. You were in your room doing something to start the day. I put them in and man, like glass cutting my eyes out. Instant pain. I realized something was wrong and we were talking about it. You said just take them out. We went up to the eye glass place in the little strip mall near the laundromat. Came to find out that there are few different types of contacts. Soft and hard. These were hard contacts and felt like thick glass on my eye I was able to get the right kinds and able to make them work. Still never played baseball with contacts, but that was for the best. I doubt I could've hit with contacts. Mother's Day just wasn't the same without you. We did get a chance to surprise Kathy at her house. That was a nice time. It was such a nice day and it's just so nice over there. It's still been kind of chilly lately. I don't even get it. I wish I could've called you. I wish I co

From Kathy... I went back to work in September of 1986, and Dana, at 7 months old, went Aunt PatSea's house everyday.  I am so thankful that my sister was willing to do this with 4 kids of her own. Being a new Mother, I followed all the pediatrician's guidelines.     So, at one year old, good-bye bottle.     Until years later, we're going through old pictures and one picture of the girls, including Dana at about 18 months old, were all on the sofa.     And there's Dana laying back with a friggin bottle.     I couldn't believe my eyes.     Looking at my sister, her response was her famous "whata ya going to do".     How could I be mad?     No wonder Dana never wanted to come home.

Really interesting study on happiness and love I just read about... If what love is seems a bit esoteric, what love is not is relatively straight forward. Love is not some kind of “hack” or quick fix. Love is not the “like” button on Facebook or Twitter, or the number of connections you have on LinkedIn. It’s not constantly interrupting whatever it is you are doing or whomever it is you are with to check your phone. It’s not getting promoted or closing a big deal or even winning a gold medal. Love is losing yourself in the process of caring about and showing undivided attention to someone or something, through ups and downs. It’s as simple and as hard as that. While it’s true that cultivating this kind of love can be in conflict with the current culture, if there’s anything worth going against the grain for, it’s love. And though the outcome of love is awesome, the process of nurturing it need not be heroic. Love is losing yourself in the process of car

A reminder of someone means that pieces of your heart are attached to them. Having pieces of your heart attached to someone or something is better than no attachments at all.

So many funny stories of Patty, trying to decide is tough. But I will explain our sculpted butter obsessions. So your mom loved to prank phone call people, often leaving messages as Sandy Beach. So she called to tell me she saw this great little store along Route 50, near the can, that sold all kinds of unique items, fresh honey, flowers, butter sculptures, candies etc. And that I should take a ride to check it out. It was not long after we moved here. So she gave me directions, on how far along Rt 50 to drive, (like 20 miles) to go check out this sweet store. Little did she know that I drove that rd all the time to take Joe to hockey, so I KNEW she was trying to send me on a wild goose chase. A few wks go by, she asks if I found the place, no Patty not yet, but I promised to go. This went on for a few months. She was persistent. She even made up a phone # to have me call for the hours....So, its Christmas time and I found a bunch of christmas candy molds and decided I knew w

Stumbled upon a show about a guy after he has lost his wife. Think she died of cancer at an early age. Like in her 40’s. Ricky Gervais is in it and he’s hilarious in the dark comedy way. One of the characters said a few things I liked. “Happiness is great because it doesn’t even have to be yours to be happy.” “A society grows great when old men plant trees to provide shade they know they will never sit in...”

Shared with the fam. Miss you so much. Missing your cooking and hugs. Missing your laughs and dropping by. I don't get any of this. I don't get how we got so shortchanged. I read a lot of posts about people sharing their grief. I don't know if it's making it worse to support them cause it just brings more pain up. I don't get this mom. I don't get why this happened to you. You did not deserve to go this way. You deserved to go on your terms....I hate this. I know death happens, but I guess it was so sudden, well your incident. I watched a few videos of you from the facilities. It's like your in a prison of your own body and you are screaming to get out of it. I don't like thinking that way. That you could maybe hear us or see us and just wanted to get out of your body. I need to make a change to think of the good times more. The loss is just so on the surface. Like wake up every day and your mom is dead. Just tired of hating that. I know you wouldn't