tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445188161671625022024-03-05T22:27:33.503-06:00Bless This: FamilyA blog dedicated to my late husband, Patrick Blessing.Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-37227760624275279722020-07-22T00:30:00.000-05:002020-07-22T07:22:58.557-05:0010 yearsPatrick Blessing-8/12/1975-7/22/2010<br />
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Well, it's been about 6 years since I've written my last blog post. I was posting pretty consistent for about 3 1/2 years and then it stopped. Life got busy. I decided that a milestone like this deserved a post. So here I go.<br />
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I cannot believe that it's actually been 10 years. It has gone fast, that's for sure. But it also seems like it was just yesterday. I relive that moment I was delivered the news that changed my life forever. A lot has also changed in 10 years. 10 years ago, I thought I'd be in a much different spot and better off than I currently am now. 10 years ago I was 6 months pregnant, living in Wauwatosa, working at Kohl's Corp., married and my husband was laid off and in the hospital for 3 weeks waiting for a heart transplant. Today I am single, look like I'm 6 months pregnant (LOL), have a 9 1/2 year old, I work for a College and we're living through a pandemic. I instead pictured myself married, having several kids (3 at least), career as a Nurse and living in warmer climates. Well, none of that is true unfortunately. I'm just not where I wanted to be or thought I'd be and I've disappointed myself and I'm sure others. It is what it is and I am working at moving on. Just takes a while to accept the fact that your life is off course.<br />
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10 years brings a lot of feeling.<br />
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<b>Exhausted</b>-I'm still doing everything on my own. I run the household. So that means I am doing laundry, groceries, errands, cleaning (with amazing help every other week), disciplining (no good cop/bad cop situation available), homeschooling (yuk), tournaments, games, carpooling, practice, lawn (which I love! I'm like the typical midwestern dad, except I don't wear New Balance shoes or cargo shorts.), fixing things, snowblowing, etc. If I had a partner in life that was there to share even a small portion of life, I am not really sure what I'd do with all of my extra free time. I mean, lets be real. All you non-single folks out there who has their partner leave for vacation or work for a few days or a week know what I'm talking about. I hear it a lot. It's a lot of work that you have to do and pick up the pieces when they're gone. Except it's for a short time. Not forever. <br />
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<b>Sad</b>-I'm sad that I haven't been able to provide Olivia with the experience of having a dad. I'm sad that I haven't found someone that wants to share our lives. I'm sad that Patrick is missing out on this life we've created. I'm sad that we all miss him so.<br />
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<b>Lonely</b>-I'm lonely at times because I don't get to share my life with someone who loves me. I'm always the single friend that shows up to cookouts, outings, charity events, dinners, going out, etc. I end up being the 3rd/5th wheel quite often. I know it doesn't bother the people that I'm spending time with, but I think about it EVERY SINGLE TIME.<br />
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<b>Halted</b>-My career. 12 years ago I was looking into and applying to Nursing schools. I was going to switch careers from HR to Healthcare. Well shortly after we were married, Patrick lost his job and then a year later I was pregnant and he died. So I've put my career change and career in general on hold. I am not seeking/taking positions of moving up in the ranks, just so I can keep my flexibility and have my time for Olivia and not work. I still dream of being a Nurse. Or CSI. Or work in a prison. You all know how much I love true crime, the medical field, mobs and prisons. I wish there was a job that you could combine all of them. Just sayin'.<br />
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<b>Acceptance</b>-This is just how my life turned out. I was dealt this hand. Not a good hand either. I'm very happy with how things are now. We have our own routine and it works. I just feel like we're missing someone to be a part of that.<br />
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<b>Angry</b>-I'm angry it happened. I'm angry it happened to me, Patrick, his family and friends. It's not fair that it happens to the good people who don't deserve it.<br />
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<b>Fear of loss</b>-Since I've experienced a great loss in life already, I've have a bigger fear of losing someone again. Any time someone I know is sick or in the hospital, I relive that experience all over again. Lots of anxious feelings.<br />
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<b>Widow brain</b>-I can't remember shit. I have to write down the simple things that I need from the store, can't remember what I was going to do, peoples' names, etc. I NEVER had this problem before. I could remember everything. Even everyone's phone numbers.<br />
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<b>Independent</b>-I've always been very independent. The last 10 years it's like it's on steroids. As a new widow, you get a lot of help up front. It fades and then is typically only when you ask. And then when you do need to ask for help, you feel like a burden. I know it's not, but I still feel that way.<br />
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<b>Picky</b>-Surprise! Basically everyone knows this. Especially when it comes to dating and guys. I'm very picky. I know what I want. I know what I had and I know what doesn't work. I'm not looking for another Patrick and I'm not looking for someone to replace him or live up to him. It's not what I want and clearly not realistic. I've been asked out by many over the past 10 yrs. Most were not my type and wasn't interested in them. Some were very persistent and still are. Some I wasn't ready to date. Some I dated, but not public with it. Most people never knew. I need to think about Olivia. I'm not going to date, just to date and pay a babysitter. I'll date someone I'm interested in and invest the time and effort. Ideally, I'd like to date someone who I might already know or they are friends with my friends. I'm not into meeting someone online or go on a blind date. If you want to hear about the horrible, sometimes funny, experiences with that, let's go out for wine. <br />
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<b>Baggage</b>-I have lots of it. And it's not for a trip around the world. Gotta be ok with it. :)<br />
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<b>Happy</b>-I'm pretty happy for the position I've been put in. I'm part of a club that I didn't want to be a member of. I love being a mom and raising Olivia. I love watching her succeed and have fun. I love watching her on stage, on the field or on the court. I love our neighborhood and the friends I've made. I love the new friends that have come into my life and the ones that have been around for 30 years. I'm lucky to have those people in my life. I'm lucky to have a job, a house, ability to travel and make memories, family nearby, friends and Olivia. I'm making the best out of the hand I was dealt.<br />
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Well, there you have it. Open. Honest. Real. I know it's a bit on the Debbie downer side, but it's the feelings that I have based on my experience. Being a widow with a kid is hard. Very hard. It's also very rewarding. I love watching Olivia grow up and love the things her dad loved. Star Wars, sports, friends, family, eating. Yup, you read that right. Eating. She's funny like him. I imagine all the time what they would have been like together and it makes me smile. I think about all of the new friends that have entered my life after Patrick and I imagine the same thing with them. They would have loved each other.<br />
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Patrick, you are so missed by many. More than you will ever know. I still think of you several times a day and every day. The world lost a great man 10 years ago.<br />
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I'll leave you with a quote from the coolest man alive.<br />
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"I know I was born and I know that I'll die...the in-between is mine." - Eddie Vedder<br />
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I am making the best of this life that I can. Thank you to all who have been a part of it these past 10 years. I couldn't have done it without you. You know who you are. 💜💜💜<br />
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Recent phots of Olivia.<br />
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<br />Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-32939667125126582242014-03-06T19:54:00.006-06:002014-03-06T19:54:54.056-06:00Positively Impacting LivesOver a month ago, I got a call from a friend, Andrew. Patrick, Andrew and Nate all worked together back in 2001 when they started up a medical staffing company, Medix. Patrick was their first employee and promotion. Andrew started talking about how well their company is doing now, how far it's come since inception, etc. Then he started talking about the re-branding of their company. They redid their Core Values and Core Purpose. He explained how he's been really rethinking things the last year and what really got him and Medix to this point. He talked a lot about Patrick and back in the day stories. He kept coming back to what Patrick was, is what their Core Purpose was. Positively Impacting Lives. Patrick was their Core Values and Core Purpose. After he was explaining everything, I was in tears. He then said he had a question for me. He wanted to know if they could name a new annual award in Patrick's name. Of course I said yes. <br />
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So yesterday, Olivia and I headed down to Lombard, IL to go meet Andrew at Medix. We got a few tours of their offices, met a lot of great people and saw some old faces. He then took us out to a wonderful lunch at Greek Islands, Patrick's favorite Greek Restaurant. The food was amazing! We then headed over the The Carlisle, where the event was taking place and then back to check in at the hotel down the road. They had everything ready for us. What a treat! <br />
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Olivia and I rested a bit and then we got into our pretty dresses for the event. Before leaving, I had a long talk with Olivia about behaving. It was going to be a long night, let alone a super long night for a 3 year old without a nap. And let's be honest, it was going to be all adults there and not so much fun for her. <br />
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We walked into The Carlisle and it was so nice. Lots of people coming up and talking to us. I was super nervous, so I stayed back a bit. Andrew was so good with Olivia and took her under his wing. She just loved hanging out with Andrew. It was then time for the meeting to start. Andrew welcomed the team from across the country to the Annual Kick Off Meeting. A few speeches, guests, etc. Then it was my turn. Andrew was up and talking about Patrick. I was sitting in my seat, nervous as all hell. And miss Olivia was under the table giggling, throwing her shoes, giving me several chewed up fruit snacks she didn't want, hitting her head on the table and making a scene. I just sat there and ignored it and hoping that everyone else was, too. <br />
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Then, I had to walk up on stage behind the podium and give my speech. The speech that I thought was horrible. The speech I thought I botched because my heart was pounding out of my chest. I got up there and took a deep breath. Olivia did her thing and then eventually followed me. I looked for Olivia and she was up on stage with Andrew just hanging out. I was ready. Then I just went with it. As soon as it began, it was over. Whew. I did it. Then I looked into the crowd once more and it was a standing ovation and I saw lots of tears. Oh boy. I grabbed my tissue. Then Andrew presented me with the Patrick Blessing Core Purpose award for 2014 and a gift bag. Olivia even got the doll from Frozen and a really cool activity/sticker book. I sat back down and I was relieved. The ceremony finished and we went to dinner. <br />
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But before we ate, Olivia had to get on stage one more time to perform. The girls got her favorite Taylor Swift song on and she hit the stage. I think I have a star on my hands...<br />
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Dinner was just wonderful. Olivia actually ate well. The rest of the night, she followed Andrew wherever he went. Holding his hand or running after him. He had lots to do as the President of the company, but he had Olivia with him all night. Even during his speeches. She loved every minute of it. That was her new buddy.<br />
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The night finished out with some more awards and great speeches. What a fun group! I had to remove Olivia from the event a few times to run in the hallway. I expected that after no nap and boring for a toddler. Then the last night I took her out was the worst. She was super loud and so I covered her mouth, grabbed her sideways and left the room. We returned 10 minutes later and she sat in my lap. Not even a minute later she was out for the night. One tired girl.<br />
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We spent the night and headed out this morning after breakfast. I was lucky Shauna was able to watch her for the afternoon while I went back to work for my management meeting. We ended up staying for dinner and guess who fell asleep on the way home and is still sleeping? Olivia.<br />
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Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-43636420065508371772013-12-30T18:30:00.001-06:002013-12-30T18:30:51.409-06:00Christmas in TyroneI know I know. It's been 5 months since my last post. I promise to do another one this week while I'm on vacation and catch you up on the summer and fall. But for now, I will tell you all about our Christmas vacation.<br />
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Much to everyone not wanting me to drive to PA by myself with Olivia, I did it. Proud that I made it there and back without having a breakdown. I really wished Patrick could be on this trip with us. He loved going to PA and loved being with family. He was greatly missed on this trip, as he is every day.<br />
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Olivia and I left Fond du Lac on Saturday, December 21st in the morning and drove to Toledo, OH. We stopped in Lake Forrest, IL for lunch and another break in OH. We unfortunately had bad rain in IL, IN and until we stopped in OH. It was hard to see, especially when there are tons of semis on the main highway. Then it started getting dark out. By then I wanted to check into a hotel, but there really wasn't anything until Toledo that I'd feel safe in. We finally pulled off on the first exit or so and tried finding a hotel. Siri on my iPhone wasn't working as planned, so we got a little turned around and I was a little stressed. Mind you, I had a 3 year old in my back seat that didn't sleep a wink that day and was crabby, sassy, tired, bored and wanted to get out. It was awesome. We got into our hotel, ordered in and went to bed early.<br />
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We left Toledo the next morning and arrived at our hotel in Altoona, PA around 3. It was 65* outside!! We "quickly" unloaded our U-Haul (I'm kidding) and left around 3:45 so we could go pick up the Blessings at the airport. We were so excited to see them! After we picked them up, we went to Aunt Jude and Uncle Bill's house. This was my 4th time there visiting and Olivia's first. I was so excited for everyone to meet her. Grandma MC and Grandpa Larry were already there and we all watched the Packers/Steelers game together and caught up. I cried when I saw them, because it has been so long since we last saw each other. The last time we were all together was for Patrick's funeral.<br />
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Monday we got to go swimming and hang out in the hot tub. We headed back over to the house that afternoon and met Uncle Tim and Aunt Millie from Louisiana there. So happy to see them as well! The rest of the night was spent around the island in the kitchen telling stories and laughing. Tweeds got into town later that evening from WI. They drove straight through. Brave.<br />
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Tuesday was Christmas Eve and Uncle Bill's birthday with friends and family. Olivia went swimming with the Payton and Amanda and had so much fun with them! She loves playing with them and they are so good with her. Great babysitters and cousins:) We went there for dinner and we were lucky to have Aunt Jude cooking that day and the next. She is a wonderful cook and loves to experiment. That's where Patrick got that from:) We had beef tenderloin with a wine sauce, twice baked potatoes and salad. Of course we had carrot cake for Uncle Bill's birthday cake. It was a special night with family and friends.<br />
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Wednesday was Christmas with friends and family. We headed back over in the afternoon and awaiting for us was turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, corn bake, rolls, etc. So wonderful! Everyone opened gifts, stockings and such. So thoughtful of everyone to do that for each other. Even when traveling! We also had Revel read us a traditional story from Australia, Wombat Divine. Olivia loved it!! Towards the end of the night, Shawn and I lit a purple lantern and let it fly into the winter sky for Patrick. We all really missed him being there. He would have loved all the food, desserts, family, friends, PSU, togetherness. He always did a great job of keeping family and friends together and in touch.<br />
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Thursday morning, Tweeds headed back to WI in the morning. Around lunch, all of the Blessings headed back over for Aunt Millie's original cajun cooking. Crawfish Etoufee and Chicken Gumbo. So delicious! I was asked to bring the quart containers back of leftovers for Shawn. He'll have that for dinner some night:) We sat around and told some more stories and then Uncle Tim and Bill took the Blessings to the airport. I stayed back with Olivia and chatted with the ladies. Great conversations:) Then we said our tearful good-byes to everyone. I went outside to start the car, as it had gotten really cold out. Wonder what was playing on the radio? Prince:) Patrick was there with us the whole time. We headed back to the hotel and packed up our things so we could leave in the morning.<br />
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That morning, we met Uncle Tim and Aunt Millie for breakfast. We had a nice chat and then we were on our way back to WI. We made it as far as Indiana and called it a day. Checked in, ate dinner and went swimming. Saturday morning we left Indiana and got back home to Fondy around 1:30. Unpacked the car, started putting things away, opened up a few presents from Santa and we laid down for a nap. Olivia slept and I just relaxed. It was so nice to be in our own beds. We went to dinner at my parents house and hung out with them for a while. We missed being there during Christmas, but it was important for us to be with Patrick's family in PA for the holidays.<br />
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I cannot begin to explain how much I enjoyed my time there. We laughed, cried, told stories, ate, drank wine, relaxed, celebrated, hugged, smiled and loved. Thank you to everyone for such a wonderful time. I will never forget this trip. Except maybe the drive with a toddler that decided it wasn't important to nap in the car and just bother mom instead. Ha ha!<br />
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Thank you all to everyone for the best Christmas vacation. <br />
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Love,<br />
Olivia and Christy<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All ready for Christmas!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where's the beef?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was stationed at this buffet table quite a bit.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Shawn reading, T'was the night before Christmas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy birthday Uncle Bill!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Will be married 53 years tomorrow on New Year's Eve!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sister and Brother</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Revel reading the book to Olivia</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Blessings</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ladies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Siblings. MC, Tim, Jude</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swimming with the girls!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My girl</td></tr>
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<br />Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-83034373502736184602013-07-21T20:10:00.001-05:002013-07-21T20:10:19.475-05:001,096 DaysDear Patrick,<br />
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It has been 1,096 days since you left us. In some ways it seems like a life time ago and other days it seems just like yesterday. A lot has happened in 3 years. Olivia was born and is growing into a beautiful girl. Our friends have gotten married and had kids. New songs have come out that you would have loved. I've been to Pearl Jam concerts. You've missed our Sunday night dinners with family. You've missed our celebrations and holidays. We have a new house and a different car. I gave your car to someone who needed it. You've missed 3 birthdays. So many other things. But most of all, you've been missed as a dad, husband, brother, son, son-in-law, brother-in-law, nephew, cousin and friend. <br />
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My life was forever changed at 12:40 a.m. on July 22nd, 2010. Watching the heart surgeon make his way into the waiting room. I knew. I knew by the look on his face and my stomach dropped. My heart sank. I was no longer your wife. I was a widow 6 months pregnant and on my own. I think of you every time Olivia does or says something. You would love it. She talks about you all the time. She says you're at work. She knows what your things are and I didn't even tell her. I don't know how she knows. She has your humor. She has your heart. She loves everyone so much like you did. People talk about you all the time and how you had such a positive impact on them. You were such a giving person that helped everyone you came across. In the time that you needed help the most in that operating room, you couldn't get it. We've never had it "good" as people say. Always a string of bad luck. Sorry to say, but it has continued and I have to just laugh every time. <br />
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I miss wearing the engagement and wedding ring you gave me. I miss you kissing me on the forehead. I miss you yelling every time it snowed and the snow blower<br />
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wouldn't start. I miss you watching Penn State and Bears games. I miss you rubbing my feet. I miss holding your hand. I miss getting lost in the car, even with a GPS. I miss you telling funny stories with guys. I miss buying you things. I miss your cooking. I miss your hugs. I miss laying next to you. I miss your creative and fun gifts. I miss seeing your passion in Advertising, music, movies and being a better person. I miss your positive attitude. I miss seeing you sit in your chair and falling asleep. I miss your clothes on the floor or leftover dishes on the table. I miss your Star Wars marathons. I miss laughing with you at Family Guy. I miss watching our shows together. I miss going on errands with you. I miss having you there for me when I needed it most. I miss seeing your happy face. I miss you. I miss you more than anything in the world. I know you're here watching over us. We talk to you all the time. I know you're protecting us.<br />
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Today I started crying while laying by Olivia watching TV. She laid next to me and said, "You ok? It's ok momma. Don't cry. It's ok." Then she hugged my and started patting my back. She asked why I was crying and I said that I missed you and I wanted you here. She got off the bed right away and said she'd go find you. She searched all over the house and came back in the room. "I couldn't find daddy. He's at work." <br />
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To have you walk in the door just one more time. To be with you for 5 more minutes. To ask you a million questions. If I had another 3 years with you, I'd spend every waking minute with you. Our time together was too short. Your time on earth was too short. You were meant to do greater things and didn't get the chance.<br />
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I miss you. I love you with all my heart. Keep a watchful eye over us. We need it.<br />
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Love Always,<br />
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Christy and Olivia<br />
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Note:<br />
Tomorrow will be a difficult day. I don't mind messages and reaching out to me. I probably won't answer your call. I have a busy day at work tomorrow, which will help me stay occupied. I need the day to reflect, spend time with Olivia and be alone. I know people want to be there for me, hug me etc, but on days like that, I need some space, too. Thank you.<br />
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I'll leave you with some happy memories...<br />
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<br />Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02939270306408210481noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-34209378769246775332013-06-15T21:34:00.000-05:002013-06-15T21:34:18.839-05:00Summer TimeWell, I think the nice weather is finally here...So it's summer time!<br />
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We have been quite busy so far. I like to keep busy and don't like sitting around, so I drag Olivia with me everywhere! Last weekend was the kick-off to summer with Walleye Weekend. I always enjoy going there. We have so much fun with the kids, see tons of friends and get to watch the races. This year, I did not drag my fat butt out to run the 2 mile. I almost died last year, so I wasn't going to try again. Olivia ran the 1/3 mile again this year and only cried part of the way instead of the whole way. I'm hoping next year there won't be any crying. We spent the weekend with Tammy, Jerry and the kids. Had a blast!<br />
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I also had a night away recently with two great friends, Gail and Kristeen. We always have so much fun together. It was great to have a day away, no kids. We definitely enjoyed ourselves!</div>
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We are getting settled in the house. I've done some painting, did all the landscaping in the yard and next is remodeling the bathroom. It's pretty old and have some plumbing issues that I need to take care of. I'm excited to see what becomes of it!</div>
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Olivia is now 2 1/2. It's crazy how time flies. It's awesome having full out conversations with her. When she gets mad, she tells me, "Walk away Mom!" She's very polite. No more Na-Na (Nuk) as of a few months ago. She can almost get dressed by herself. She loves her fruits and veggies still. She will usually try and eat my food, which is great she tries anything. She loves playing with older kids, especially her cousins, which she gets to see almost once a week. Her and cousin Kate (6 months older) have become best buddies. It's so great to see them play together. She was in beginner gymnastics for 6 weeks and had a blast. She was also really good on her first vacation out of WI. We went to San Antonio for a few days of crummy weather. She had fun and got to go on a plane. Next time I need to go somewhere where it's guaranteed nice weather.</div>
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I've been at Moraine Park Technical College in the HR department for over a year now. I still love it and I'm still learning. I'm very excited what I was able to accomplish there in year and looking forward to more! I go full-time July 1st. I'm 82% now, so it's not all that different. Basically no more 4 day weeks. That will be hard...so I hired a cleaning lady to come 2x a month. Very excited for that. When I get home at night, I'd like to spend time with Olivia and not cleaning my house constantly. This will help. Now if I could just find someone to mow my lawn, get my groceries and do my laundry, I'd be all set! It's hard to fit everything that needs to get done in a week. Plus, I like to try and work out every now and then.</div>
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Dating. No update here. I can't get a date if my life depended on it. Just haven't found the right guy out there I guess. I've been getting used to being on my own for almost 3 years, but it gets lonely to not be able to share things with someone else besides a 2 year old.</div>
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Next weekend is my 20 year High School Class Reunion. Yes. I'm that old. Enough said. I'm REALLY looking forward to spending time with my old friends I don't see that often. I can't wait!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best buds doing gymnastics and dancing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Shawn and O playing guitar</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Kate's 3rd birthday</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before I left for my work trip.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time riding a pony named, Princess. She didn't want to get off!</td></tr>
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Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-7191045989795819452013-04-04T17:18:00.002-06:002013-04-04T17:18:20.640-06:00What's it like to be a widow? <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Alone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thankful and lucky for family and friends.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lonely.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Missing your husband.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Having really good days for a long time. Then you get hit with grief like a ton of bricks. People don't understand. They don't know.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not wanting people to feel sorry for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Having a day here and there where you feel sorry for yourself and feel guilty as hell.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sad.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Trying to always find things that make you happy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Alone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Always wanting to stay busy so your mind doesn't wander.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Finally ready to love someone else and there's no one out there to love you back.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not being a wife.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Having the worst label attached to your name.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Never wanting to explain your story all over again to someone who doesn't know you're a widow.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Missing having nothing to do with someone else.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Doing everything on your own. Everything. All the time. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Always having to ask for help because you can't do everything.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Try not to feel guilty that you're doing something for yourself every time you do something for yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Alone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not having a date to any event.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Always being the 3rd wheel. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Feeling like you're a burden on everyone else.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hate asking for help or when you need something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Alone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Frustrated.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Angry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Pissed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">10% of the time you actually want to be alone and other people don't want you to.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Having other people pray for me, but I don't believe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">No one wanting to join our family.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not having a real family.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Your daughter not having a dad.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Life is on hold.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Alone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dreams you had before the bad dream happened are on hold or will never happen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Work to provide and live and not for your dreams. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not being able to have another child in your near future or ever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not having someone to vent to that understands exactly what you are talking about and knows what to do to help you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not having random love notes for when you wake up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not having someone surprise you with your exact coffee order just when you need it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Running errands with someone other than a child.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Alone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Running errands by yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Having to get a babysitter every time you want to do something by yourself and then feeling guilty you got a babysitter.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Losing your soul mate.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Going to events where it's all couples and you're not a couple. You're a widow with a kid.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Seeing people in bad relationships and giving up when you didn't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Seeing everyone else around you happy and having the life you had and want again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Alone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People saying that things will turn out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People saying it was meant to be.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People saying it was God's plan.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People assuming I'm religious.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People assuming I'm always ok.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People thinking I'm over it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People saying everything happens for a reason. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Alone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3 years ago today I was nauseous from being 2 months pregnant. Patrick planned a nice brunch at our favorite restaurant in Wauwatosa. It was also Easter. He knew I wasn't feeling well and got me Prego Pops from the maternity store so I could actually try and eat. As we are getting dessert, Creme Brulee, I am surprised by a gift card to the maternity store and a new charm for my Pandora bracelet. It was a November birthstone for Olivia who was going to join us and make us a family 7 months later. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Today I woke up way before my alarm. Tired. Was about to fall back asleep and a crying toddler with the terrible twos walked in. We had a few breakdowns before we left for the day, (just like every day this week) thankfully on time. Cried on the way to work. Was welcomed to presents from my co-workers, a calla lily plant from a best friend, funny card from a friend, a white rose from my dad who said he was told to bring this to me from someone from heaven, lunch with friends, feeling sad all day, canceled my dinner plans and going out this weekend, grieving, feeling sorry for myself, being crabby to other people who don't deserve it, came home to tulips from my Godmother, card from a friend in the mail, opened and dumped two bottles of bad wine, ate leftovers, wrote this blog and cried.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm going to bed early. I'll be ok in time. I just need my time. This sort of thing doesn't happen often and it just needs to go away. I just wish I had Patrick here to hug me and tell me I'll be ok. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm sorry to the people that was not nice to today. I don't mean it. It's just been one of those days I don't want to have again. </span><br />
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Happy birthday to me.Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-28374499426267149952013-01-16T18:41:00.003-06:002013-01-16T18:41:27.805-06:00I just did...One of my friends recently had a baby and has asked me a few times, "How did you do it all by yourself?" I never know how to answer this, but the first response is, "I just did." Many people have asked me this, not just her. They've said that their husband stayed home from work or came home early to help out. Their sister/mom/MIL/friend stayed with them for the first few weeks to help out. I had help, just not that same kind. I had my parents and Shauna (and Mike) babysit for me when I was at work. They helped with things around the house. Went with me when I was out. But a lot of time I was on my own.<br />
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We all know my situation was not normal. I didn't have my husband making trips to Dairy Queen when I had a craving for a KitKat Blizzard. I didn't have him help me off the couch when I was "stuck". He wasn't at the rest of my appointments. He wasn't there when I went into labor. I didn't have him at my bedside caring for me in the hospital when I gave birth. He wasn't there to help with the late night feedings and dirty diapers. I got my own Blizzards. Rolled myself off the couch. Went to my appointments alone. Fed and changed Olivia at 3am. My dad happened to be at my house when my water broke. (lucky him) I was lucky to have my parents and SIL, Shauna, to help me out while in the hospital. They stayed up all night during delivery. They were there both days in the hospital. Shauna even stayed my first night there with Olivia and helped me. Poor thing didn't have any sleep for 3 days and she had a family of her own to take care of! Then my first night at home with Olivia, my mom stayed over to help. She was pretty tired, too. I know I was. I only had 10 hours of sleep in 5 days!<br />
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I didn't have a husband there to help with diaper changes or feedings. I didn't have him there to help with the piles of laundry, dishes in the sink and cleaning up the house. I didn't have him there to run an errand for me while Olivia slept. I didn't have him there to help with our traveling visits and all the stuff that comes with a newborn that you have to shove in your car and make 10 trips into the house. I admit, most people don't thinks it was normal. It was hard at times, but not all the time. To me it's normal. It's all I know. I just did it.<br />
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I'm pretty sure that when I get married again and have another child (which I want), I will have a lot of getting used to. I'm used to doing everything on my own, with no help. I've always thought about what it would be like to have someone share the duties, or at least help out. My guess is it will be pretty darn easy to me! (Wishful thinking)<br />
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I think back and I do ask myself, "How did I do it?" I'm really not sure. It was only a few months since Patrick passed away. I moved into a new condo. I was commuting and hour to Milwaukee for my full time job. I was keeping a household. I was raising my newborn. I guess I'm not sure how I did it. I just did. I had to. No one else was there to do it. Trust me. I had a few breakdowns about very little things in life at that time. I was angry at God. I was sad. I was busy. I was lonely. I was struggling. I was stressed. But the one thing that made me get up early every day is that I was a MOM. The one thing I had dreamed of my entire life.<br />
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So, I think that's my answer. How did I do it? Because I love my title as Mom.<br />
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Disclaimer: When I mean No Help, I don't mean No Help at All. I have my wonderful family that has been here every step of the way. What I mean is a spouse/significant other to help.Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-17373498020993539282013-01-14T09:47:00.001-06:002013-01-14T09:47:20.858-06:00HolidaysYes, it's taking me a while to get caught up. Even with all my time off. I kept forgetting to blog.<br />
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In December, we had a lot of fun and were very busy. The month started out with Olivia falling into Grandma and Grandpa's end table and cutting her head. ER visit #2. Glue again, no stitches. She was so good there. Didn't cry. Didn't make a peep. Didn't move. Very lucky.<br />
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We then had Shauna's birthday and celebrated with a little party for her. We had lots of fun.<br />
Then I had one of my best friends, Tammy, and her family stay with me for the weekend. It was so great to be able to spend time with them. And to have plenty of room for them to sleep in the new house!<br />
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We also had fun this year decorating for Christmas. The last 2 years I wasn't so thrilled, but this year I was. Olivia got her own tree this year in her room!<br />
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Olivia went to see Santa at the mall. So that didn't work out as planned. But got a nice picture.<br />
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Then the snow came! I was so excited for it, but one obstacle was there. Or not there. My snow blower didn't work. We tested it when I moved in, but of course when I needed it most it didn't start. Guess who was laughing in heaven? The big snow storm was also my first day of Christmas vacation for 2 weeks.<br />
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We ran into Santa while shopping at Festival. She didn't think that was fun either.<br />
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We had Christmas Eve and Christmas at my parents with family. The kids had so much fun!<br />
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Then unfortunately I got the flu Christmas night and was sick all week. So we just hung out at home for the week.<br />
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We then spent New Year's Eve at the Dells with the Worthingtons, Lichts and Piotrowskis. The kids got to swim and have fun. I got to look fat in a suit, chat with my girls, have sushi and drink wine. It was a fun time!<br />
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I then got to have lunch with two of my High School friends, Stacey and Sara. It was so nice! We had a blast catching up. We need to do it more often.<br />
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Last week I got to go out for dinner and drinks with a bunch of girls in town. It was so nice to get out and chat. Next time I won't stay up until the sun comes up. It was a long day after that. Oh my! But to me it was worth it. I had SO much fun!<br />
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The next day we got to see the Johnson's new baby, Liam. He is just too cute! Then we headed over to the Blessing's house for brunch and exchange of gifts. As I'm sure you are aware, Olivia got an easel. The one I couldn't put together for the life of me. My mom fixed it. Thank goodness!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olivia showing Uncle Shawn how to use the iPad.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olivia and her "Eddie Bedder" t-shirt. It's easier to say than Pearl Jam.</td></tr>
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We had a great time over the holidays seeing our family and friends. It's so nice to be back in routine every day. As of right now, I'm looking forward to the warm weather!Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-12548345178785714492012-12-02T12:20:00.002-06:002012-12-02T12:20:31.454-06:00Traveling...Olivia and I have been quite busy since my last post. Mostly driving places.<br />
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In October we got Olivia's 2 year pictures taken with Cara.<br />
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I had a Pinterest party with my girls. We each brought food and a craft to do and we had to find it on Pinterest. We had a great time and stayed up way too late!<br />
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I've started painting my house, with the help of my parents. I still have a lot left, but I can do a little at a time. Hoping to get a lot done during Christmas break.<br />
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Olivia had fun on her first "real" Trick or Treating.<br />
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Here are some pictures of Olivia's party. This year we only had close family there. It was still a lot of people, but nothing like the 60+ that were there last year.<br /><br />
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On November 9th, Olivia turned 2! I can't believe how fast time has gone. Here is a video I made of her first 2 years.<br />
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In the past two weeks, we have been on the road. It started with Ripon. I finally got to see my 3rd movie in 3 years, Twilight. Had a great time with the girls. Then I went up to Appleton and met some girls that I had met on Facebook. Many of them went to High School with Patrick. It was so great getting to know them and love their support. Then while on Thanksgiving break, my mom and I went to Chicago to go to IKEA. Got some Christmas shopping done. Then I went back to Ripon and had dinner with some friends that were going back to Australia. Next day I went to have lunch with some great friends in Historic Cedarburg. Then Olivia and I had lunch with the Blessings in Oshkosh the next day. This past Friday I went to Appleton and had a wine party with some girls. Thanks to all the people (Mom, Shauna, Donnie and day care) for allowing me to have some fun here and there. I really appreciate it. <br />
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Well, hoping to get some cleaning done while Olivia is down for a nap. It's the only time I don't have a tornado following me while trying to clean.<br />
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Looking forward to Christmas this year!Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-17596198638461177752012-10-12T09:36:00.001-05:002012-10-12T09:36:24.318-05:00HomeI know, I know...it's been 2 months since my last post. I've been super busy and didn't have much to write home about. Here is a list of things that has been going on in our lives lately. Enjoy.<br />
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Made an offer on the house and was accepted 2 days later (on Patrick's birthday)!!! We had a nice birthday party for my mom and remembered Patrick with a lantern in the sky. Our tradition.<br />
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The next week, Rachel, Eli, Olivia and I had a fun day! We went to a few parks, Dairy Queen and then out for supper. We had so much fun and they were such good kids.<br />
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I then got to take my first "vacation" this year. I took my parents and Olivia to the Dells for 2 nights. It was such a nice time. Great weather, food, drinks, swimming and even a little relaxing.<br />
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I then started packing. I knew I had to be ready to go in 2 weeks...ugh. I hate packing. I hate moving and I hate the whole process. Especially by yourself and without your husband there. I was lucky enough to have my family there to help pack, move and unpack. Especially my parents. They did most of it and way more than I did. It was hard working full time and then doing all of this at the same time. There wasn't enough time in the day. BUT, it got done and we are almost there. Just need to get a few rooms painted before Olivia's party.<br />
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We closed on the 10th and I was able to start moving some things. Later that day, I had 12 men from Patrick's fraternity show up and help me move. They got so much done!! I was so thankful for all the help they gave us. Thank you Merriman boys!<br />
On the 15th we had movers take care of all the heavy/big stuff. It was still a lot. Thankful I didn't have to do it. <br />
That Monday, there was a nice article in the paper about the Merriman helping us move. I talked with the reporter for quite some time and wasn't sure why she was asking all the questions she did. I just thought that she wanted to know about Patrick and what kind of man he was. The article ended up being on the front page and continued onto the back and a very long one, too. I really didn't expect that. She did a nice job on the article and it gave the fraternity props, too.<br />
Here is the link to the article. <br />
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Since then, Olivia and I got sick and are now recovered. We are settling into our new home and making new memories. We are getting ready now for her birthday party in less than a month. Minnie Mouse it is! Same for Halloween. She loves Minnie.<br />
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Olivia is growing like a weed. She has a HUGE vocabulary and talks all the time. Payback, right? Wonder where she gets her verbal skills from...hmmmm....<br />
She loves playing with her cousins and the kids at school. She loves her teachers and will soon be moving up to the next class room. She loves playing outside and helping Grandma and Grandpa in the yard. Loves going for walks. She can recognize Eddie Vedder on the radio. She asks for "Daddy's Song" all the time. Given to fly and Just breathe. She loves Sesame Street and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She loves her babies and playing house. She loves snuggling with her mommy at night before she goes to bed. She still loves her NaNa (nuk), but hopefully not for long. She loves to sing her songs and all the time. Favorite one is the Alphabet. Isn't that everyone's favorite?<br />
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Walleye Weekend. I "<i>ran</i>" the 2 mile. Was 269 out of 321. 22 minutes. Was nice to have my friend Katie jog along side of me and keep me motivated. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have ran at all. I'll say it again. I'm not a runner and I'll never be a runner. Olivia "<i>ran</i>" the 1/3 mile. I carried her 2/3 of the way while she screamed and then made her run the rest of the way. She was tired. It was nap time. It was HOT. I think it was in the 90's already. She did fine once she saw Bampa cheering her on and saying it's ok. We were 2nd to last. But not last:)</div>
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Tammy and her family stayed for the weekend and we had a great time hanging out. We also got to meet up with Katie on Sunday. So nice to see my girls. We've know each other since 1990. Crazy.</div>
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The next weekend Shawn had a party after him and the boys did the High Cliff Tri. It was hot. Again. I don't mind it, as long as others don't mind me sweating. I normally sweat a lot. Then add on chasing a toddler for 3 hours. I was done. It was great to see everyone and have the kids get together.</div>
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Then the following weekend we went to see the bike races and go to the beach at Terre Andre State Park. Olivia loved the beach. Another hot day, so we welcomed the cold water. The next day we went to VandeHei's cottage and swam for a bit. Had a blast! Olivia is my little fish:)</div>
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2 days later had lunch with a great friend, Megan, and visited my friends at Kohl's. They hadn't seen Olivia since she was 5 weeks old!</div>
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Jerry (Tammy's husband) was in town for work, so we had a date night out at Backyard Grill. It was nice! We had a great dinner, conversation and drink. Thanks, Jerry!</div>
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Then the next night, while we were about to start dinner...BAM! Olivia was screaming and I ran to her. Quickly picked her up and she was upset. She finally calmed down and I sat her on my lap. Then I heard, "I think she's bleeding." Sure enough. She cut her head. Not sure how or on what. So I dabbed it with a kleenex. It was cut enough, but not sure if we needed stitches or not. Thought we should go just in case. The nurse checked her out before we even checked in, which was nice. So Shauna, Olivia and I sat there for well over 2 hours. Mostly laughing at the Fondy clientele in the ER. Pretty amusing. She ended up getting her cut glued and we were out of there. Thank you Shauna for leaving your party to come sit with me:) So we ate dinner after 9 and then went home to bed. Not that fun spending the night in the ER, when we were in the hospital 12+ hours every day for 3 weeks this time 2 years ago. Oh well.</div>
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July 22nd. 2 years that Patrick left us. I was more anxious on the days leading up to it than I was the actual day. Ended up going to the Mount Calvary parade with my brother and his family and my mom. Kids loved it and had a blast. Then Olivia and I went to an open house and the brought Gilles (one of Patrick's favorite) to him at the cemetery. We then had dinner at my parents house for my brother's birthday. It was a nice day... considering.</div>
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Then the next week I got to see an old friend of mine after many years. Tracie or "mom" as we called her in high school. It was so great catching up. Thanks Tracie for a great lunch!</div>
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Then...Finally....I had some alone time with my girls. We went to a Brewer game. Amy, Kristeen, Christine, Kelly (our pregnant DD) and me. It was so fun. Started out at Kelly's Bleachers, caught a bus to the stadium, had a beer or two with a hot dog, ran into old HS friends, came back to our seats and I think the Brewers lost. So we went back and had drinks at Kelly's again. Then drove back to Fondy. Decided to stop in at the Shack, as it is literally on my way home. We pull in and see that it is busy! Excited to see what's going on. Wonder if it was a cool band? Nope. We were the only girls like us when we entered. It was a Quinceanera. So, we quickly drank our drink and headed home. We are old and we were tired. Chatted some more and then went to bed. Woke up and made a nice big breakfast and chatted some more. I could have used 5 more days like that. I love hanging out with my girls and I don't get alone time very much. Well, unless I'm at work.</div>
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This leads us into the most recent weekend. Friday was Relay For Life. Again, we had a good time, but really missed Patrick.</div>
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This weekend we'll celebrate Patrick's birthday. This is the 3rd one without him. He would have been 37. We'll light a lantern into the sky in his honor, 3 years in a row.</div>
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Still on the hunt for that perfect home. I've had to lower what I'm looking for since my buyers of my old house took all my money. Along with my horrible realtor from Coldwell Banker. Note to self, don't use Coldwell Banker in Milwaukee...especially Jackie B. I'm lucky to have a great realtor right now that actually looks out for my best interests. Not like the last two. Pretty lucky!</div>
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I'd like to say thank you again for all of my friends and family that have been here for me these past two years. I wouldn't have been able to do anything without them. Thank you.</div>
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<br />Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-81726982559484439912012-06-25T20:53:00.001-05:002012-06-25T20:53:26.438-05:00Patrick-2 years<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
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June 30, 2010. Patrick has his heart attack and first surgery at Froedtert.</div>
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July 7, 2010. Patrick has issues and they bring him in for a 2nd open heart surgery.</div>
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July 11. I close on the house. Our house. It will be gone. </div>
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July 15, 2010. Patrick is placed on the transplant list.</div>
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July 16, 2010. Patrick is moved from Froedtert to St. Lukes.</div>
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July 19, 2010. Patrick has a stroke.</div>
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July 22, 2010. 12:40am. Patrick passed away during his 3rd open heart surgery. This year is also the 5 year anniversary of Patrick's marriage proposal.</div>
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July 26, 2010. Funeral</div>
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August 12. Patrick would have turned 37. Only made it to 34.</div>
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August 14, 2010. Patrick's committal ceremony at the cemetery.</div>
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I don't need sympathy. I don't want people to feel sorry for me. I don't need or want the attention. I've come to accept over the past 2 years that the big <i>"W"</i> stamped on my forehead means something other than widow. It means <i>wife</i>. It means I had someone great to make me a widow. Someone who asked me to marry them. Someone who was my husband and I was his wife. Not many people are as lucky as Patrick and I were to find each other. I think he was the only "luck" I ever had in the world. </div>
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Please hug your spouse tonight. Don't get mad they didn't take out the garbage or forgot their shoes in the living room. Who cares if they forgot the milk you needed so bad. Or that you have nothing to do this weekend. You are lucky. You have someone. Someone who loves you. Someone who is there for you. </div>
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To not have a spouse by your side for 2 years is hard. Very hard. Lonely. Very lonely. Try to raise a baby, now a toddler. On your own. One salary. Bills. No life insurance. Problem after problem. Commuting for 1 1/2 years and missing out on time with your daughter. Trying to sell your house for a year. I could go on and on. But I don't like thinking about all the bad things. I haven't even touched the surface. You think you know because you're my family or friend? Or from what I post on Facebook? I don't tell people 1/2 of my story. That I keep to myself. If you all really knew what was going on in my head, I'd be in the insane asylum. Locked up. No joke.</div>
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How did I get by the past 2 years? Obviously I have great family that is helping with me with Olivia. If it weren't for them, I would NOT be here. I also have very caring friends. I was in an 8 week support group shortly after. Great experience and a lot of help. I did not choose drugs or alcohol. I didn't choose depression. I didn't choose walking away or taking my life. I have my own coping strategies. I may look like one tough bitch on the outside, but I'm not. That's how I cope. That's how I get through every hour. I keep my emotions inside and let them out on my own time and by myself. That's no one's business but mine. I had to get up and out of bed every day. I have a daughter who needs me and I need her. If I would not have fought these last two years, I would not have her. She makes me get up every day. She makes me work hard to support her. She makes me smile. She makes me "ME". It used to be Patrick that did all of those things. I did everything for him and with him in mind. Now that's Olivia. I just wish I could do it for the both of them. </div>
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So...are having a "bad day". Check yourself. Ask why you are having a bad day. Did you get a paper cut or did someone you love die? Did you get yelled at work or did someone you love die? Did you get a speeding ticket or did someone you love die? Check yourself. Talk to someone who lost someone they love. All of those things that might make you think you had a bad day....are really a good day. Because more than likely you had someone you love to complain about it to. A lot of people I have met over the past 2 years don't have that. They don't have husbands to complain to. They are widows. WE are widows.</div>
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Please just pray and think of Patrick. I don't want him to ever be forgotten. Always remembered. Always in your heart. </div>
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Here is a link to the 22 day story. I'm warning you. You will need time to read this and may want to be alone. I can't read it without crying my eyes out every time. It's tough to look back and read everything he had to suffer to try and stay alive for 22 days.</div>
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<br />Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-55164881720284849732012-06-03T19:33:00.003-05:002012-06-03T19:33:42.507-05:00SOLDIt's been a while since my last post...so this may be a long one.<br />
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Olivia and I also got our "family" pictures taken. Go figure, I had a coupon for a free sitting and 8x10 when I got my new lease last year. So we went and had our pictures taken. She was really shy at first, but then she warmed up and was the queen off the show.</div>
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While I was off from work, I wanted to use my time to get back in to shape. I started some of Jillian Michaels' videos. 30 day shred, Biggest Loser and kickboxing. I was exercising 4-5 days a week. An wouldn't you guess, I gained 5 pounds. I think I've figured it out that it's my depo shot that I got and the hormones are screwing me up. I took the shot to lessen my migraines. I'd rather have a bad headache than a fat ass.</div>
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I also started my new job at Moraine Park Technical College. I've been there around a month and a half. I love it. I love the people I work with. I'm the recruitment and employment manager. I will have much more responsibility. I'm most excited about everything that I will be able to learn.</div>
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We also had Brea's wedding shower and bachelorette party in April. It was a fun night out. Cousin Payton and Uncle Shawn babysat for Olivia that night. Shawn commented on that it was hard to take a toddler to the grocery store. I laughed under my breath. It's been a long time since his daughter was a toddler. It was a great time, even though all of us moms were ready to go home at 10 because we were tired. </div>
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The next day, we had Lawson's first communion. Olivia made it through 1/2 of church. Then I had to keep her quiet and occupied in back. That was kind of a hard day. It was the first time I was back in that church since Patrick's funeral. Made it though.<br />
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The following weekend I had my Godchild, Grace's first communion. It was nice to spend some time with Tammy and her family.<br />
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Then Olivia's best friend and cousin, Kate, turned 2! It was such a fun party. Rainbow themed. We had a fun time.<br />
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Mother's day. Olivia and I spent the day together. We went to visit Patrick, played at the park and went to my parents for a cook out with the family. That was also the day I ran 2 miles for the first time in my life. I decided that day that I was going to run in the race for Walleye Weekend. Well, I've only run twice since then. I've been sick with ear/sinus infections, fever and flu. We'll see how things go on Saturday.<br />
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And now the house. IT'S SOLD! Finally after over a year of stress. Let's just say it hasn't been a pleasant experience. It started out with the house not showing well, then no interest, then the pipes bursting because of the oil company, then new floors and ceiling, then a bunch of other stuff...and then an offer! Well, not a good offer. I had already dropped the price of the home 20k from what we bought it at. Then they came in another 20k lower than that! What?!/! I was so upset. I came back to a counter and they agreed. Then they asked me to pay their closing costs. Nope. So then they countered back a measly $1500. How stupid. So I accepted. Then it was time for inspection. It went well, considering it was built in 1941. The inspector suggested they have some specialists look at it further. They had to get that done by this past Thursday. They got everything in besides the roofers. They wanted a few estimates, as they have to replace it within 60 days, per their lender. I let them extend it 2 days to get that done. Then then sent another counter offer asking if I'd pay $5k towards the roof. OMG. NO I said once again. So Friday night I got an email late in the day with them accepting my terms and extending the closing date (because of their lender). So now I close on July 11. I'm so happy to have the house off of my hands, but so sad. I love that house. I'm going to miss that house. Patrick and I bought that together. We owned it together. We have so many memories there in 3 years. The last 2 years on the other hand, not good memories. Just money out the window. I'm not only losing out on Patrick's salary every year to help with costs, but I've lost twice his salary on this house. Let's just say it's a lot of money gone for no reason. It's very upsetting. Like I said before, I'm looking forward to moving on and finding a new home for Olivia and I. Hopefully I can make up some of the cost on our new home.<br />
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This weekend was one that I was looking forward to for a while. Brea and Jason got married in Door County. It was only the 2nd weekend I was away from Olivia, not involving work. Something fun for me. I picked up Shawn on Friday afternoon and we headed up. Met up with all of our other friends and had a great dinner and a few drinks. Celebrating I also sold my house. Then early in the evening, I was feeling sick and went back to my cabin. Guess what. I caught Olivia's flu that she had Wednesday and Thursday. Great. I was so sick all night. Didn't sleep a wink. And no Patrick there to help me. Then all day Saturday until the ceremony, I was in bed. I finally got ready and met up with the girls. The ceremony was outside, it was drizzling a little bit. It worked and it was still beautiful. There was a chair in the front row with a black jacket hanging on it and a sign that said, "reserved for Patrick Blessing". It then started catching up with me. I was already sad being up there by myself, no significant other, husband, nothing. Just me. And I was sick. Ceremony finished and I went back to my room until dinner. I then came back and ate a roll and a few potatoes and water. I was the "single" person at the table. No Patrick. After that, we all headed to the bar. Water for me again. At this point, everyone was starting to get annoying, because they had a few drinks and I had none. Not fun I might add. But funny. Very funny. It was odd for me all night. I am such good friends with all of these people and we love each other so much. They are there for me whenever I need anything. Anything. But last night I felt out of place and very alone. Everyone always had their husband to fall back on. Getting them drinks, checking in on them, kissing them, asking them to dance, etc. It was just me. No Patrick. Then it got to me even more when they played "Kung Fu Fighting". That was Patrick's signature song at EVERY wedding. Everyone went on the dance floor and did their thing. I sat back and watched. I then was getting too choked up and had to leave. Right behind me following me outside were my girls:) They knew:) The night ended and I walked back to my cabin by myself. No Patrick. I did have my friend Jen follow me and made sure I got there and that I was ok. We sat and talked for a bit and I finally fell asleep. I was so tired from the night before. I then got up and was feeling ok. Was meeting people for breakfast, which I was nervous about eating. I then got sick again all morning. Thank goodness I felt better later and the 2 1/ 2 hour ride home was a breeze. <br />
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I then got to pick up my baby girl! I was so excited to see her. She had the flu earlier this week and I was worried about her all weekend. Thanks to my mom and dad for taking care of her all weekend. Well, that is until she passed her sickness not only to me, but my dad, too. :( <br />
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We spent the day together playing blocks and with her ball. Favorite toys. Then it was dinner, bath and bed. Now, I can stop feeling nauseous any time here. I would like to feel good enough to get a good nights sleep. I need to be good to go back to work tomorrow and take care of my girl.<br />
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This weekend I have Tammy and her family staying here for Walleye Weekend. Olivia will be running the 1/3 mile and I will be "running" the 2 mile. If I'm not sick. I'm hoping to get a few runs in this week. We will see how my inhaler and I do:)Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-77092974167207990282012-04-10T19:55:00.000-05:002012-04-10T19:55:56.279-05:0037It's been a while since my last post, so I have a lot to catch up on.<br />
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On March 14th I gave my notice at Kohl's. I accepted a new job at Moraine Park Technical College in Fond du Lac. I was at Kohl's for over 5 years and have made some wonderful friends. I miss seeing them every day! But with my new job, I will gain 2.5 hours a day. No more one hour commute each way! I'm so excited to just drive down the street...literally. 4 stop lights, 2 turns.<br />
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So with that, I've had some time off. I start my new job on Monday. I was originally trying to get my sinus surgery done while I had the time off. That was a no go. I just got the letter yesterday saying it was approved after our appeal. A little too late. Oh well. I'll have to suffer through allergy season once again and wait until I can get the surgery done possibly this fall.<br />
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With my time off, I've been able to tackle my to do list that's pretty big. I'm almost done! It's so nice being able to go shopping, run errands, exercise, hang out with friends and family and most important of all, spend quality time with Olivia.<br />
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Last weekend was Guenther's going away party in Milwaukee. Started the day out at the Zoo and then headed to Mo's for a night of fun. It was so great to see everyone and spend time talking. No kids! I was lucky to have my cousin and her family watch Olivia so I could go. We took a lot of great pictures. They are living in London now...too far away if you ask me. We will miss them. But we will also have an AWESOME place to visit!!<br />
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Last week was my birthday. For some reason, I kept forgetting it was coming up. I was confused one day when I got some cards in the mail. Wow, how weird that I would get mail?? Oh, yeah...it's my birthday. 37 is probably one of the most stupid numbers out there. I hate it. It's boring. No milestone. No Patrick here to help me celebrate. Just another day.<br />
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My day ended up being pretty good. Started the day at Starbucks for my free coffee. Then Olivia and I headed over to get the car washed at Jet Stream during their deal of the day. We were going to meet my parents for lunch at Gilles and had some time to spare. So we went across the street to St. Vincent De Paul's. It's a brand new store and actually pretty nice. Didn't find anything there. Oh wait, we did. I have a new admirer. A local thug I would say. He started talking to me and I wasn't paying attention really. I was staring at his gold teeth, pants at his ankles and huge dreads. He repeated to me, "How are you?" Me, "I'm fine, you?" Him, "Well I am wonderful now that I saw a fine looking lady today." I smiled and walked away. I looked in the mirror near by. I hadn't showered yet. Jeans, t-shirt, Brewer hat, no make up. Huh. Maybe this is how you pick up guys. So we left and then headed over to Gilles for lunch. Yum! While we were there, I saw my admirer board the local bus system and he was out of sight....<br />
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My family kept asking me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I would have been fine just sitting at home watching TV. But that didn't work. So we all (parents, Mike, Shauna, kids and the Blessings) went to Buffalo Wild Wings. It had been a while since I've been there, so I was excited!! We had a blast! I also got some great gifts. A bracelet, ring, gift certificate for a mani/pedi and a massage. I also got a decoration that reads "Just Breathe". When I get a picture, I will post. From Mike and Shauna, I got a very cool gift. Nothing I had seen before. It was a book made of Patrick's 3 blog posts. Very cool. I always go back online and read them when I'm having a bad day. Now I can just grab the book! Thanks again everyone for a great day!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me at dinner with cake and beer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Shawn and O snuggling</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Auntie Christine, O and Payton</td></tr>
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Easter Sunday was really nice, too. We braved going to church. Olivia did pretty well. It's just a long time to sit for a toddler. Then I went with my parents to Green Acres for lunch. It was awesome! It was also nice because I had a bloody mary with my meal:) Then we just had a relaxing day at home. Perfect!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easter basket-play dough, bubbles, markers and a new movie</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pissed that I made her take a picture on the stairs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">O and I</td></tr>
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I got another invite for a wedding. It's for our dear friends in June. I'm so excited for it. It's a weekend up in Door County. I know it will be just beautiful!! I'm so excited for them. Weddings are getting easier for me to go to. Still very hard, but not as hard. Hard part is being by myself. I know I have all of my friends there, but no date or Patrick. Some day I guess.<br />
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I'll leave you with some recent pictures of Olivia. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time going down the slide.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-5003363670615965512012-02-27T21:20:00.000-06:002012-02-27T21:20:00.596-06:00PrisonMost people know I have a liking for prisons. My favorite movie is Shawshank Redemption. I'm fascinated by how they work. The social situations that happen there. How they physically work. <br />
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I have been seeing my life as a prison in a way. I'm limited to what I can and cannot do. How people view or look at me. I'm a young widow. I'm on my own. I don't have a boyfriend/fiance/husband at my side. I'm not saying my life is horrible and I wear the prison blues. I do get three squares a day, get limited outdoor activity, work my tail off every day and rarely get to see friends. Ok. That was kind of funny.<br />
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My life is good. But limited.<br />
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I'm traveling for work a lot lately. 2 trips to San Fran in 2 months. I'll be out there again in 3 weeks. My parents have Olivia all week. That's a lot for them to take care of her every day and every night. But this time I have in San Fran has been good to me. It's a lot of hard work before I even get out there. Then when I'm there, it's long days every day. The travel isn't easy and I'm usually super tired all week. But it's been worth it. I miss Olivia like crazy out there, but I'm so excited when I get to see her. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olivia's message to me while I was gone.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olivia and Grandma building her first snowman</td></tr>
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It's sad, but I consider my work trips my vacations for the year. I don't have anything planned at all this year. I even have an extra week of vacation! It's hard to even plan anything in between the work trips. I want to spend as much time as I can with Olivia. And I don't want to over use the family that I have helping out with Olivia. If it wasn't for my parents and Mike and Shauna...I'm not sure how any of this would be possible. They help out in last minute situations and long term. They help me so I only have to pay for Part Time day care for Olivia. They pick her up from day care because I can't get there in time from work. They take her to doctor appointments when I can't. They're not just family, they're helping raise my daughter without me even asking. That's something to be proud of.<br />
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So, the highlight of my trip last week. ALCATRAZ!!!!!!!! I booked the tickets as soon as I got my flight. It was so cool to see. The ferry ride over is way shorter than I expected. Possibly swim-able. Hahaha. We took the guided tour. It was very educational and so neat to see. I was so excited for this trip and it turned out great. Being a security guard in a prison is in the top 10 list of other occupations to have if I wasn't a recruiter. That and obviously a CSI. Duh.<br />
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I'm still trying to sell my house. The new floors should be going in soon. I hope that will boost some buyers. I really need to get that out of my hands.<br />
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Olivia is going to be 16 months next week. She's running everywhere. Talking (Chinese) up a storm. In time-outs at Grandmas. She's in a "grabbing" phase. Not sure if you all know, but that comes after the biting phase. She's been very good considering me being gone for 2 weeks in the last month, teething (molars) "day care colds", and her first ear infection. She's doing so much better at day care, too. It just took her time to get adjusted and now that she's feeling so much better, she loves it. She's been goofy lately, too. She knows she's funny. Takes after her father. He'd be proud for sure. <br />
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I love Pinterest. I get lost in it some days. I love it. I would love to host a party and you can only bring/make things that you found on there and that you have pinned on your board. Cool right?<br />
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I'm in a group on line that has been keeping me positive. I have never met one of the girls on there (mostly from Patrick's High School), but I feel like I'm friends with them all. Giving a shout out to my girls in APS Self Improvement Society! Holla!!!! <br />
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So I bought a treadmill on clearance. So I ran a few times. So I got sick a few times. So I don't get home til late and go to bed early. So I travel a lot lately. So I have a lot of excuses and just need to get my fat a$$ on it. I wish I had as much motivation to run as I did eat or go on Facebook.<br />
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I need a date for June 2nd. Just sayin'.<br />
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Had a blast in the dells with my cousin Rob and his family. Thanks for the fun get-away!!!<br />
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Olivia's 15 mo appointment went great. Ahead on her motor skills. 87% for her length and 45% for her weight. Tall and skinny. <br />
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Had a CT scan last month. They recommend I get sinus surgery and fix my deviated septum. I'd like to do it just so I don't have sinus headaches and before allergy season hits. Just not sure I can take 2 weeks off of life/work/Olivia. <br />
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Have my idea for my 2nd tattoo. Just need the right font. And time to get away for an hour and do it.<br />
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Please vote for my blog. I really want people to know that there are young widows out there, with kids, working full time jobs, and not your stereotypical old housewife in her 80's. It's different out there these days. And unfortunately I have many friends that are in my same exact situation. <br />
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</tbody></table>Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-18016459814689454732012-01-21T20:49:00.000-06:002012-01-21T20:49:56.116-06:0018 months18 months ago I was sitting in the hospital waiting for the surgery to be done. It was only supposed to take maybe 4 or 5 hours. Yet I was still waiting there in the room and it was 7 hours later. I think I knew. I didn't want to believe it, but I knew. I had this eery feeling all night. I was sick to my stomach. Was it because I was 6 months pregnant? Or was it because I had some kind of idea I was going to become a widow at the young age of 35. I didn't know. I look back now and I should have prepared myself more. I think I kept too much of a positive attitude. Not only for Patrick to be happy, but because I am not sure I wanted to "know" everything that was going on. I know people kept a lot from me. Family, friends and the doctors. I get it. They didn't want me to end up in the hospital, too. I would at some point like to know what really happened. What were the conversations people had with Patrick. What did he say? I wish many times over that I could have or should have spent more time with him. It was just so busy every day. He was so drugged up and in so much pain, I wanted him to rest as much as possible. It was hard with having nurses come in all the time or visitors. I felt like I was working at a front desk reception at a convention it was so busy. I did have a few times where it was just him and I. I felt guilty, because then his friends and family wouldn't be able to come in. I just wanted alone time. We didn't get much of that in the hospital. I wanted to spend every night there with him. But he wanted me to go home and get sleep. I only spent one night there with him and it was horrible. It was the night before his 2nd surgery. He wasn't getting enough oxygen, so he had to have a breathing machine. It was so painful for him and for me to watch. That night he told me he was done with everything and wanted to give up. That was the only time I yelled at him and let him see me cry. He couldn't give up. He couldn't leave me or our soon to be daughter. He then listened to the nurse and went on fighting. I just wish he could have fought more. For him. For me. For Olivia. I just don't think he had it in him anymore. He was so damaged from the leukemia and heart attack. I wonder if he knew he was going to die and just kept it from me. I know he was trying to stay strong for me, too. He didn't have to.<br />
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I still remember walking in the room and his body was covered with a white sheet. His eyes were closed. I held his hand and kissed his head. It was Patrick, but he wasn't there. He was gone. I was alone. I was no longer a wife. No longer a Mrs. I was a widow. Not single. Not married. Alone. No matter how many people you have surrounding you all the time (Family and friends), as a widow, you are still alone. You run your errands alone. Fix things around the house alone. Cook dinner or go to dinner alone. Sleep alone. You end up talking to yourself or yelling at pictures, because you are alone. No more couples' showers, dinner dates, movies, Valentines' day, anniversaries, birthdays or anything. I still find myself having a hard time not buying him something when I'm shopping. I always liked to bring him home a surprise. <br />
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<a href="http://reflectionsfrommyporchswing.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/to-a-new-widow/">http://reflectionsfrommyporchswing.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/to-a-new-widow/</a><br />
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I came across this website today and it is very well written to the New Widows out there. Hope you are able to catch a glimpse of what it might be like. Then some of you out there can stop your bitching because your husband left his shoes in the living room or he didn't take the garbage out. I feel so sad for you that you have to do that because he didn't. Boo hoo. Try one week doing everything for yourself. If you get frustrated, good. Then you are starting to understand. Oh and you complain because he's gone away hunting, for business or a boys weekend and it's just you and your child(ren)? It's only been that way for me. I don't even know what it would be like if I did have help. No clue. I've been to the grocery store twice by myself in 15 months. I rarely get alone time. If I do want to go out with friends or do something on my own, I have to find a sitter. Not have my husband, ex-husband or significant other watch them. <br />
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My widow friends and I talk about this all the time. No one will EVER get what it's like to be an ONLY parent, young widow or alone unless you had your husband/wife die. You will never understand. You might come kind of close, but that is about it.<br />
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Well, now that I've either made people cry or pissed them off, I'm going to change subjects.<br />
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Olivia will be 15 months in a couple of weeks. She is running around and learning new words all the time. She is a funny girl, too. Patrick would be so proud of her. I know she'll end up on stage somewhere. Comedy club or entertaining. She takes after him that way.<br />
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She's a fabulous eater. She hasn't turned any food down yet. It's almost like a challenge for me to try things with her. Recently she had perch, clam chowder, guacamole and salsa. Her favorites are fruit, veggies and yogurt. I have to save that for the end of dinner and hide it. Otherwise she will eat too much of it. I'm pretty lucky she's so good with that.<br />
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She laughs every time she toots or burps. I know Patrick would be right along side of her laughing. I do. To me for some reason, farts will always be funny. <br />
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She is growing like a weed. I can't wait to see what she is at her next appointment. She is just about into all 18 month clothes. She LOVES shoes. I'm in trouble. She loves reading books and she does that a lot with her grandma.<br />
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This coming week I will be gone from Monday morning until Friday afternoon. I will be in San Francisco for work. I'm looking forward to the event, but it will be a long time away from my baby. I'm lucky to have my parents take her all week. <br />
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Olivia is getting better with day care. She goes 3 days a week. She does still cry when I drop her off or pick her up. She's been very clingy lately. She does have a friend Molly there that she plays with. I still want to be there some day during nap time. I would love to see how they get a room full of one year olds to all sleep in their sleeping bag for 2 hours. Amazing.<br />
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Shut it. Every door, drawer, cabinet, refrigerator, etc. Olivia has to "shut it". That has been her favorite word following, "hot", "shoes", "Maaaahhhhm" and "hi kids". We are working on words all the time. She thinks she's pretty hot stuff now that she can say, "up". <br />
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We have also welcomed a new baby into our family. My brother and sister in law had a baby last week. Nathan Patrick Zimmerman. He is so adorable and looks just like his older brother. The kids are so excited to have a baby brother. I have a few things to bring over to Shauna that he can use. One of them being a Chicago Bears bib. He has to wear it at least once, right?<br />
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Tomorrow will consist of laundry, playing with Olivia, a nap, packing for her week at Grandma and Grandpa's house and packing for my trip for the week. My house isn't going to be the cleanest when I leave. I'd rather spend time with Olivia. So for those that stop by...sorry!<br />
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Have a wonderful rest of the weekend. Stay warm. Have fun. Don't take your husbands for granted. Love your babies. Rock them to sleep. It's the best feeling in the world and one that I will miss this week.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olivia with her Justin Bieber haircut</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike with Nathan Patrick Zimmerman</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olivia on her first day of school</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her sleeping bag for school</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-49553604661802883102011-12-27T22:05:00.000-06:002011-12-27T22:05:20.452-06:00Dear Patrick,Dear Patrick,<br />
I've been missing you more and more lately. I even get really mad that you're not here. Olivia is talking so much more now. She's even a full blown walker after weeks of falling and practicing. She had fun at Christmas opening her presents and playing with the kids. She's such a good eater. She's eaten everything I have given her. But now has decided she doesn't like broccoli and cauliflower. She loves to play in her new kitchen. She's taking after you with her cooking. She loves to smile. Loves to laugh. Loves to see her family. Loves to play with the kids. Loves animals. Loves everything and is always happy. She is you. <br />
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It sometimes makes it hard for me when I'm alone with her. I'm so happy to have her and see her accomplish all of these things. But then I get sad and mad because you are not there to see it. You should be able to see her talk, walk and play. You should be setting things out from Santa for her. You should be making her awesome food. You should be making her laugh. You should be showing her off to your friends an family. You should be there to catch her when she falls. You should be there for the diaper changing. You should be there to put a bow in her hair. You should be there to read her books at night. You should be there to see her smiling face every morning. You should be there to have her fall asleep on your shoulder. But you're not. It's just me and that makes me sad and angry.<br />
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I've been having so many people lately tell me about how God should be a part of my life. He makes things easier for you. He is there for you. Trust in him. Have faith. God has a plan. That I should go to church. Pray to him. Love him. Right now I can't do any of those things. You know how things changed with us and God years back. We had too many experiences that changed our views. We always believed in a higher power, but weren't so sure about our prior Catholic beliefs. Ever since you died....so did my faith. I prayed to God every day while you were in the hospital. Everyone did. It did nothing. I prayed so hard when you were in your last surgery. I kept saying over and over, "Please God, don't let Patrick die. Please." Look where that got us. To me, he has done nothing for me except take you away and have me suffer. If only people knew what I went through on a daily basis. Not only grieving, but just having to do things on my own. Work stresses me out. Not being able to see Olivia 3 days a week makes me sad. Having to drive far for work is not the greatest. Not selling the house for 6 months has been a struggle. Doing all the cooking, cleaning, errands, bills, shopping, fixing of things and raising our daughter alone. Every day. God has not made anything easier for me. He has never answered my prayers. He has not proved to me that he exists. I know that something is out there, but not sure what. I wish I had faith and belief like so many people I know. I just can't do it. I just want my life a <i>little</i> easier. <br />
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I still hang out with all of our friends. The Appleton crew, Ripon crew and family. I love being with them. They remind me of you. It's just hard when it's all couples and then just me. I miss having you there by my side. Every time I'm with them, I think of you and what you would be doing or saying. I sometimes pretend that you're there.<br />
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Never got in the Christmas spirit this year. Put the tree up just in time for it to be taken down. I did it for Olivia, because she loves the tree with lights on it. I had a hard time listening to Christmas music. I just couldn't get into this year. I should have. For Olivia. But I didn't. Just put a smile on my face like I do every day. It's over now, so I don't have to worry about anything any more. New Year's is coming up. You know how much I hate that holiday. It's always pressured to be at a party or kiss someone at midnight. I never cared for it. I hate it now that you're not here and I'm alone. O and I are going to just watch tv. I might have a glass of wine. We'll both be in bed before the New Year. I'm hoping 2012 will be a good year. 12 is my favorite number. So it has to be. These last 3 years have been pretty crappy for us, so I'm just hoping the universe shifts a little and goes my way.<br />
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I am on vacation all week and totally loving it. Hanging out with O. Shopping. Errands. Cleaning. Visiting friends and family. I wish our dream would have come true. You in your great advertising job and loving every day of it and me at home with Olivia full time. We never got what we wanted and it's hard for me to accept that. I still do think about going back to school for nursing, but that's impossible, too. I have to work full time for money and benefits and I just don't have the money or time to do it. Yet another dream put on hold. Before this, I only had two dreams in my life come true. Marrying you and having Olivia. And one dream has been taken away from me.<br />
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I have normally been staying very positive about things since you died. The last few months have just been, well...not positive. I'm trying very hard. I really am. I just have too many obstacles in my way and they keep adding up. Most days I laugh about it because it's just absurd that I could really have that many things happen to me. I thought about writing them down, because no one would believe me. But then I thought to myself, I can't focus on the negative. So, I don't. I just cry for a bit and move on. I do sometimes scream at you. Kind of like when I blamed things on the dog, even though Jake never did it. But he was there to blame. :)<br />
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Not much else is new. Just waiting for my stupid, new treadmill to get fixed so I can actually get my fat ass on it. It's not as fat as when you were still here. I'm actually 5 pounds under pre-Olivia weight. I just want to get to my wedding weight. I did have a membership to the YMCA, but you know how that turned out. No time. Or at least when I did have time, it didn't fit into Olivia's schedule or their daycare schedule. So, we'll see how this turns out. You can laugh at me as I try to become a "runner".<br />
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Well, it's off to bed. It's actually past my bed time. Yes, I still go to bed early. Earlier now because of Olivia. I'm just so exhausted every day. Being an only parent is a lot of work. But it's the best job in the world. I just wish you could experience it. <br />
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Love you more than anything in the world. Miss you like crazy. Wish you were here with us. Please watch over us and protect us from bad things. Please help me be a good mommy to Olivia. That's all that matters.<br />
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Love always,<br />
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Your wife.<br />
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PS.<br />
Here are some pictures of Olivia from Christmas.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandpa and O</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olivia and I on Christmas Day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating her Christmas cookie from Grandma</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Opening her present from me.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com151tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-7419438080437450372011-11-29T20:31:00.000-06:002011-11-29T20:31:12.329-06:00A rough time.Needless to say, it's been a little rough lately in the Blessing house. <br />
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First it was my sister's wedding. Yes, it was beautiful and we had a great time...don't get me wrong. It was a perfect day. It's just that I was there alone. No husband, boyfriend or date. Everyone had someone. I was alone.<br />
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Then it was Olivia's birthday. No husband or father there to help me celebrate her special day. I just went to work and came home after dinner. It should have been a fun day for her.<br />
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Then it was/would have been my 3 year wedding anniversary. That was a hard day. I have now had more wedding anniversaries without him than I did with him. Also that day, I was told I was needed to go back and do external recruiting. As you know for the past 6 months, I've been doing all Internal Talent Management and loving it. And yes, this was told to me on my wedding anniversary. That day got harder for me. I didn't have Patrick to go home to and have him comfort me.<br />
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Then it was Olivia's big birthday bash. It was a fun time had by all. But Patrick wasn't there and I was really missing him. <br />
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Then I let a friend go. Someone I've know for many, many years. Love dearly. It isn't a good time for me to have this person and this way in my life. Hopefully some day things will change. I miss this person. Lots.<br />
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Then it was Thanksgiving. Patrick's favorite holiday. He wasn't there for the 2nd year in a row. I missed him even more.<br />
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Then my best friend's mom passed away. She was a fun, loving and caring person. She was my 2nd mom. She will be missed. <br />
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Everyone thinks that grieving only takes a little while. Yes, things get "less hard" as time goes by, but the little moments get harder. <br />
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It hasn't even been 18 months for me and it's still a struggle. Every day. There is an anniversary to something every month of the year. You don't seem to get a break from that. That means there is always something you are anxious about having pass by with no break downs. You try to do things that make you happy. Surround yourself with positive people. But when those happy things are crushed or taken away from you, it's five more steps backwards. And yes, things seem worse to someone while they are grieving. <br />
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No matter how good of a person you are, you pay your bills on time, you're a good mother, great employee, thoughtful and caring friend...you still get shit on. I try to look at the positive in everything. But when you have more bad happen to you than good, sometimes you have no choice but to break down. I've thought about being a bad employee, bad friend and not a good person. I wonder if it would change things for the better in my life. That thought lasted only a few seconds and I changed it right back. I just couldn't do it. I don't know how people are able to be that way and be happy with themselves. Maybe because they get out of things or get what they want all the time. They just don't realize that their actions that may benefit them, may negatively affect others. And lately I've been on that end.<br />
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Yes, I will say it. I've had a lot of crappy things happen in my life. Most of which I can't remember, but in the last few years, I remember most of them. They definitely out weigh the good, which is really too bad. I'm just hoping that God sees that I've paid my dues. Done my time. Suffered enough. When will the good stuff start happening? I have faith that it will. Just really hoping that it does happen. And soon.<br />
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I was told by my very first boss, James, that you don't have bad days. You have bad moments in good days. I do my best to live by this. Some bad moments are worse than others, but tomorrow is always a new day. My niece Payton would say, "You have a choice to wake up on the right side of the bed." She was maybe 4 when she said this. Smart girl. <br />
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Remember what you do every day affects other people's lives. Not just yours. You may be have a rough day, but someone always has it worse. I'm not the only widow who lost her husband while pregnant. Sadly enough, I know many similar stories and some even worse. So, I do my best to always make others happy first. Because then I will end up happy. What goes around comes around, right? Let's just hope so.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A canvas picture of Patrick. Artist~Chad Cleveland (Former classmate of Patrick's)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com2Fond du Lac, WI, USA43.7730448 -88.447050843.7283313 -88.5131343 43.8177583 -88.3809673tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-31703115573448583172011-11-14T21:10:00.000-06:002011-11-14T21:10:05.813-06:00Olivia is 1!Saturday we celebrated Olivia's first birthday. I also celebrated that I made it through the year. It has not been easy, but we did it.<br />
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We had 65 people at the party. 25 of them kids 14 and under. Yes, it was a mad house. Yes, I loved every minute of it. It was a lot to get ready for that many people. Mom made sloppy joes. I made the famous meatballs-225 to be exact. All were eaten...Quickly. We had salads, snacks and everything. Mom and I made the cake and cupcakes. Well, mostly Martha Stewart, I mean mom did. We had games for the kids and alcohol for the parents. Olivia did a great job all night. While opening presents, she patiently sat there on my lap and watched. Then it was cake time. She wasn't sure right away...I helped her dig in. Then she loved it. Red velvet cake and purple frosting. Just for daddy. After cake, she was swept right into the tub. Then she got to play with all of her toys. She had so much fun. The rest of the weekend was a blast. We got to hang out and play the whole time. I was very lucky to have all of these special people surrounding me on a very tough day. Olivia deserved to have them all there, too. Everyone has had a part in her life. Everyone there also was a part of Patrick's life. I really wish he could have been there. He would've had a blast decorating the cake and getting the balloons. I can picture him watching Olivia eating her cake and enjoying it so much. I thought a lot about that and him that night. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My princess</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Banner with each month</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loved the cake!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pin the nose on Olivia</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Patiently opening gifts</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My big girl!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great pictures of Olivia</td></tr>
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Tomorrow, November 15th marks our wedding anniversary. It would have been 3 years. I have now spent more wedding anniversaries without Patrick than with him. I miss him.<br />
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I saw this on someone's post earlier (summed up). Don't bitch that your husband's shoes are in the middle of the living room floor. Be happy you still have one to fill those shoes. I would give anything to pick up his shoes or put his dishes away that were sitting next to the dishwasher. I would be happy to have him snoring next to me and keeping me up all night. I'd be happy to have him traveling on a business trip, because he would be coming home. I'd be happy to have him working long hours, because he would have a job and a wife and daughter to come home to. I'd be happy to have him be upset that he was sick with a cold or the flu, because he could talk to me. Please from now on, don't complain to a widow about what your husband is doing or not doing. You still have one. I don't and neither do a lot of my new friends. Be Thankful. You actually have something to complain about. I don't. I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. Olivia will never have her dad. I will never be able to celebrate anything beyond our one year anniversary. I will never be able to grow old with Patrick. So please...keep you complaining to yourself.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He made me laugh every day. Every day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first dance. Given to Fly.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-34742168087805661512011-10-27T21:53:00.000-05:002011-10-27T21:53:21.934-05:00Milestones and lots of catch up...not ketchup, which I do love.Olivia <br />
Olivia is now almost a year old. She can do so many things.<br />
<ul><li>Play Patty Cake, Peek-a-boo, So Big</li>
<li>Says Mama (Mom), Dada, Hi, Grandma (Ah-ma), Pa-Pa, </li>
<li>Can dance, shake her head no, crawl, walk along furniture, stand on her own, crawl up the stairs, </li>
<li>Eats regular food and drinks out of sippy cup</li>
<li>Recognizes people in photos</li>
<li>Loves shoes and clothes as much as mommy</li>
<li>Poses for pictures.</li>
<li>When I say, "oh, so pretty..." She takes her hand and pretends to comb her hair.</li>
<li>She plays well with her cousin Kate</li>
<li>Loves Dogs and Cats</li>
<li>Loves to get scared-makes her laugh.</li>
<li>Has taken 2-3 steps a lot the last day or so</li>
<li>Laughs all the time and knows when she's funny</li>
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1 Year<br />
It's been just over a year since I moved out of my house in Wauwatosa to the condo here in Fond du Lac. This place has become our home until I can sell the house down there and buy one here. It's nice to have a place with not so many memories, but yet we are building our own here.<br />
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Cara's big day<br />
Last weekend was a special day for Cara and Jason. The weather was perfect and everything went off without a hitch. Everyone was beautiful. It was a hard day, as Patrick was supposed to stand up as a Groomsmen. It was hard not having him there. Olivia and I had a lot of help from friends and family all day. It's hard being the maid of honor and having a baby with you all day. I felt like I was always doing something. For a long time, I forgot to have a cocktail:) By the time Sunday came, we slept a lot that day. A lot.<br />
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Work<br />
For the past 6 months or so, I've had a newer role at work. Instead of recruiting candidates for open positions for our IT department, I've started working with our internal talent and consultants. It's a nice change after being in the industry 2 months short of 14 years. Holy crap. I've been out of college that long? Ugh. I'm old.<br />
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Drive<br />
Yes, I'm still doing the hour commute each way to work, 3 days a week. Now that it's getting later in the season, it's dark when I leave and dark when I get back. I do get to see the sunrise and sunset every day. Can't beat that.<br />
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House<br />
I'm STILL trying to sell the house. I wish I could just get it off my hands. I'm hoping I don't lose my life savings in the process. I worked very hard to build up all that equity. Whoosh. It's all gone in an instant....<br />
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Birthday<br />
We are getting ready for Olivia's One Year Birthday Party. Mom and I are hard at work. I already bought a lot of stuff a couple of months ago. Now it's getting all the details together. It's going to be a big party. She deserves it. She won't get to have her dada here to help celebrate, so everyone else will be there for her. <br />
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New toys<br />
I finally got my new iPhone. It's awesome. I had the oldest version for the past 2 years. It's such a huge difference. I love it.<br />
I also got a new organizer notebook from my Shauna (Mike and kids) for my early Christmas present. As you all know, I love being organized. Maybe a little too much. But you have to. You have to have things ready at all times and be prepared when you're on your own. No choice.<br />
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Pearl Jam<br />
I got the new DVD in the mail today!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also have it on my DVR. Why, in case I borrow it to someone I still have it:) It's awesome. It goes through their chronicles of how they started and how they got to where they are today. It will be one of those that I watch quite a few times.<br />
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Friends<br />
I've been very lucky this past year to become closer friends with a few people. One of them I get to work with again, which is awesome! We talk almost every day. I feel like we are dating. LOL She has been so supportive and is always there for me. Whenever I need to talk, she's there. Whenever I need to vent, there. I just wish she was closer so she could share my wine stock with me. <br />
Other people have also amazed me by their actions. If you're not going to be nice to me 99.9% of the time, then don't be my friend. I don't put up with Sh** anymore. Sorry. I've been through too much the past few years (Patrick getting laid off, going extra measures to get pregnant, Patrick getting sick, heart attack, passing away while I was pregnant, no life insurance, becoming a widow at 35, only parent and Olivia doesn't have a dad) to deal with more BS. My life is crazy enough. I don't need anyone else to make me crazier. I'll do that myself. Trust me. LOL<br />
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Wine<br />
Yes I love it. I usually get a box of wine because it's cheaper and lasts longer. No, I don't drink every night like most might think. I just like to have a small glass with supper or to wind down at the end of the day. Sometimes when it's been crazy, I might have two or even forget to have one at all.<br />
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Coupons<br />
I use them all the time. I love them. Favorite part of the Sunday paper. When you have to go to Target every 2 weeks or so, why not save $25 every time you go? I'm not an extreme couponer, but I always have toilet paper, paper towel, formula, diapers and wipes on hand. I also buy ahead for Olivia's clothes. When it's on the clearance rack for $2 and then I have 3 coupons? Why not. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So Big! Olivia at the Little Farmer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She'll always be my baby. No matter how big she gets.</td></tr>
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<ul></ul>Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-65452841091649505892011-09-07T21:22:00.005-05:002011-09-07T21:24:18.984-05:00Pearl Jam 2011As you all know, I've been looking forward to the Pearl Jam concert for quite some time. I had the opportunity to get tickets through Ten Club for both nights.<br />
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Saturday afternoon, I went to my brother and sister-in-law's house to drop Olivia off. She was staying there for the afternoon and night. Then she was going to Grandma and Grandpa's house until Monday afternoon. I am so grateful that they were able to take Olivia so I could enjoy my time at Pearl Jam.<br />
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Mike and I gathered our things and headed over to pick up his friend Mike. We went down to East Troy, Wi. The Schrieber family was my family this weekend, as I stayed there the whole time. We had a few beverages with them and then proceeded to Alpine Valley, minutes away. We also had a preferred parking pass in hand.<br />
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We were all ready for the rain that was there all day. Prepared for a mud bath. We were very lucky and it only sprinkled for a while. No mud. <br />
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We pulled into the parking lot of 30 or so cars and started our walk. We came upon a girl in a golf cart. I asked her if she was going our way by chance. Well, yes she was! She picked us up and we were on our way to the concert. We were coming in the back part of the stage. Instead of going right to go in the concert, we went left on the road and ended up going through where all the Band trailers were!!! I couldn't believe my eyes. On a plain piece of paper on white trailers were, Mudhoney, Queens of the Stone Age, The Strokes and Chris Cornell. Standing next to us on the path was the lead singer of The Strokes. Crazy! The rumors were true about Chris Cornell being there. AMAZING! I leaned over to Mike and said, "I don't think we are supposed to be back here..." We weren't. The girl pulled up 2 feet away from the ticket office for us 5 minutes later. I felt like s celebrity for a few minutes. Just a few. <br />
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We then met his other friend Mike there. Yes, 3 Mike's now. We then went into the venue. In about 5 minutes, Mike had lost Mike and I had lost both Mike's. Really? It's starting to get dark, I'm kind of drunk and now I have to find 2 Mike's? So, I walked around and then low and behold, I literally ran into my brother. Geesh! So we then got our beers and got ready for the concert.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike showing off his rain gear</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My brother and I during the concert.</td></tr>
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All I have to say is AMAZING!!! It was so awesome. It was great to see my brother's reaction, as this was his first Pearl Jam Concert. He had so much fun.<br />
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<a href="http://www.pearljam.com/tour/show/alpine-valley-music-theatre-sep-03-2011">http://www.pearljam.com/tour/show/alpine-valley-music-theatre-sep-03-2011</a><br />
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We then drove back to the Schriebers, after only taking minutes to get out of the parking lot. It was awesome. The Mike's drove home and I was up until 3 or so on a Pearl Jam High.<br />
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The next day I got to lay around on the couch after Rese made me breakfast and coffee. It was pretty sweet. I was missing my little O. No snuggler:(<br />
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Then Shawn met us to go to the concert on Sunday. Adam, Shawn and I met some friends there with the Montags. We had a great time before going into Night 2 of Pearl Jam. Now, Night 1 was absolutely phenomenal, I couldn't imagine how Night 2 would be....<br />
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Shawn and I took advantage of the Ten Club area. Faster service for beers and bathrooms. We also went by the Pearl Jam museum and signed the wall. That was pretty cool.<br />
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Well, they topped themselves! It was the best concert and experience I ever had. Unbelievable. They played every song I wanted. It's like I wrote the set list.<br />
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Shawn and I cried a few times, I bawled during Just Breathe. It was very moving.<br />
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Both nights we were blessed to have Chris Cornell in our presence. He is amazingly talented.<br />
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Shawn and I left with Adam and went back home. As we walked into the house, Rese was pulling a pizza out of the oven. Really? Talk about timing. <br />
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I was very lucky to attend the concert with my 2 brothers. Lucky to have my sister-in-law and parents take care of Olivia for the weekend. Lucky to have great seats. Lucky to see both nights. Lucky to have a parking pass. Lucky to be able to spend the weekend at the Schriebers. Lucky to be able to experience the most moving thing in my life. Beyond Patrick and Olivia, this is my number 2 best experience in my life. I'm lucky to have Pearl Jam affect my life how it has for the past 20 years. I'm lucky that Pearl Jam is still together after all these years. I'm lucky.<br />
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So, as for the days that followed the best experience ever....<br />
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Tired. I didn't get much sleep after drinking 3 days in a row and staying up late. Last night I went to bed at 8:30. Pretty sad. Thank you coffee and Mountain Dew. I loved you as much as Pearl Jam this week.<br />
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<br />Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-59671313308157250252011-08-23T20:53:00.000-05:002011-08-23T20:53:53.594-05:00"Vacation"<br />
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Last week the Zimmerman family was on vacation. I like to call it time away from work and not vacation. When Olivia can take care of herself or I'm not with her, then it's vacation. I did get to lay out when she was napping and got to have a few Bloody Mary's and wine, too. It was a blast to spend the week with everyone and watch the kids have so much fun.<br />
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Olivia LOVES playing in the sand and water! Grandpa, Uncle Mike, Grandma and Cara all swam with her. I wasn't about to take my cover up off and show off the bod quite yet. It does suck being the fat person on a summer vacation by at least 25 to 50 pounds. Next year will be my year. Everyone will say, who is that with the six pack? No, the answer isn't Mike carrying down a 6 pack of Miller Lite either. It will be my abs! LOL.<br />
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Thursday, the day we got back from vacation, was quickly consumed by unpacking my FULL car, 4 loads of laundry, hitting the grocery store and making food for the next day. Because, as we all knew, it was a surprise party for my mom! So Friday was spent by repacking my car, trying to figure out how to shove 10 balloons in my car while holding Olivia. The lady in the parking lot sitting in her car had to be laughing at me. I was laughing at myself. OK, I was swearing. But from far away it could look like laughing.<br />
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</tbody></table>O and I then headed out to my parents and she was in her stroller or exersaucer all day. Annie and I then put our Martha Stewart hats on and went to work! We had the table set, a tent outside, 46 (well when I moved my car in the driveway, that number turned into 45. More even if you ask me) luminaries lining the LONG driveway, all the candles lit, etc. Again, it was 85* outside, so a little warm for working. We then had to wait for the guest of honor to arrive. I think she was surprised. We had a lot of fun that night and it was nice to celebrate my mom's 60th birthday.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shauna made a video and we all cried:(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">blowing out her candles. Olivia was amazed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma getting a pat on her back from O</td></tr>
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Saturday Olivia and I went to the Outlet Mall in Oshkosh, coupons in hand. She got a dress for Aunt Cara's wedding/Christmas, I got a dress for rehearsal dinner, Halloween outfit for O, an Eddie Vedder style jacket for me AND 5 pairs of boots/shoes. 2 of them were free and the 3rd was 50% off. How can you pass that deal up? I'm set for work shoes and maybe a night out on the town:)<br />
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Sunday I headed down to my house in Wauwatosa. My cousin moved out the day before and had it all cleaned up nice. All I had to do was staging, patching the holes from our nails and weeding. Only a couple hours max, right? Yeah, that was not the case. I made the same fricken mistake that Patrick and I did when we first moved in. The wall in the dining room was painted green and the paint I used, didn't quite match. So, for the 2nd time in 4 years, that wall was painted again. I think there are 4 colors and 10 coats on that wall. It's pretty thick now. So, the house ready again for an open house. I also buried a St. Joseph Statue by the for sale sign and said the prayer it came with. I know it's an old wives tale or whatever, but I'll have the Queen of England or the Pope come to sell this house. I just hope I don't lose all my money I've saved over 10 years by selling this. That would be a shame. We'll just have to see. So, if anyone has a prayer list or is tight with 'ole JC (as Patrick said in his blog), please throw 2556 N. 62nd onto that list for a quick sell AND for asking price. LOL Why can't Oprah just come in and save the day? She could buy my house and then pay me a salary every year so I can stay home with Olivia as a stay at home mom? She has extra money. Why not me? Oh, put that on your prayers, too. Oprah helping O and Mom. <br />
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Olivia is continuing to amaze me. She is now saying "wow" in a sing songy voice. She stood by herself last night for 5 seconds, without knowing it. She gives lots of love now and will pat you on the back. That's the best one so far. <br />
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This weekend is my nephew and Godson's 5th birthday. I can't wait to celebrate with him and see his smiles. Last year he got Patrick's tackle box for part of his present. This year, he is old enough to get an invite from Aunt Christy<br />
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Have a great rest of the week!Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-80200888178087190992011-08-11T20:05:00.001-05:002011-08-11T20:07:02.154-05:00Nine Months Old...Well, Miss O is now 9 months old. Today we had her check up.<br />
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She is 19 pounds 8 ounces-62%<br />
29" long-91%<br />
She is right on track with her gross and fine motor skills. Taking after her mommy with a jabber mouth, according to Dr. Don.<br />
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She has been crawling EVERYWHERE! Crawling around, on top of, under, etc. She loves to go fast to get somewhere. She's also pulling herself up on EVERYTHING. Including her crib. She thinks it's funny when I walk in to get her in the morning and she's looking up at me and laughing. Look at me mom!<br />
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A few weeks ago, I got to meet up with some old high school friends for dinner and a few drinks and LOTS of laughs. It was so good to see everyone. I missed you all so much!<br />
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Almost 2 weeks ago, we had my sister's first bridal shower. Of course Martha Stewart (my mom) and friends put on quite a show. Every event has to be one up from the last. Please don't expect that when you come to Olivia's 1st birthday party. I'll have a cake, snacks and a party hat for you. That's about it.<br />
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This past weekend was Relay for Life in Fond du Lac. Our team was Annie's Angels. (after my Aunt Annie who is a Thyroid Cancer Survivor). We all wore our Diane Blaine shirts in memory of her battle she lost last September to Breast Cancer. We miss her smiling face. This year our team hit an all time high of over $2800!!! Fondy raised a total of $314,000 for cancer. Very proud of our community.<br />
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Tomorrow we leave for the cottage for a week. Every year our family rents a cottage somewhere. This has been a tradition since my dad was a kid. This year we are going to a friend's cottage (home) in Waupaca on the chain of lakes. I'm so excited to sit (chase Olivia) in the sun, go on a boat ride (hold Olivia so she doesn't jump in), have a few drinks (after I put O to bed), sit (rock Olivia to sleep) by the campfire, go for walks (with the stroller) in the woods and sleep in until past 7. This year is a little different than last year. I was 8 months pregnant at the cottage. Beached whale to be exact.<br />
This year is going to be different. I have someone else to take care of, I can drink, I won't be able to relax until after 8pm, Patrick is still not here with us and I won't be able to pig out because I'm on a stupid diet. I will have a fun time no matter what. I'm looking forward to being on vacation. A lot.<br />
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I will leave you with Olivia's "new thing". She pretends she's Darth Vader.<br />
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Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344518816167162502.post-50386598555712609592011-07-21T23:50:00.000-05:002011-07-21T23:50:41.386-05:00July 22nd.July 22nd, 2007. <br />
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We were in Door County for the weekend. Patrick, Shawn and Todd were in their 1st triathlon together on Sunday morning. We were there with my parents, Aunt Jude and Uncle Bill, Uncle Tim and Aunt Millie, MC and Larry, Christine and Payton and a few friends. We enjoyed a nice weekend together. Then we were all at the finish line. Todd came through. Then Shawn...quite a while later, it was Patrick. He was holding a sign and running down the final stretch. The crowd errupted with cheers. I had no idea what was going on. I saw him cross the finish line. The announcer started talking. Then I knew. I was in the middle of a proposal! I couldn't believe after almost 5 years that we were finally going to be engaged. I was so excited to marry the love of my life. That night we went to a bed and breakfast in Door County. I'd been asking him for years to take me there. He always said, "And what, look at antiques and trees?" I teased him that our first time in Door County was for his race and we didn't even stay in the same hotel room. LOL. We had a great dinner, made our phone calls of our announcement and enjoyed our time as being engaged. I loved every minute of it. July 22nd, my life changed.<br />
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I was in the waiting room at St. Luke's hospital. Patrick went in for his 3rd open heart surgery at 6. He was supposed to be done around 10. Then we kept getting updates and there were complications. His right side of his heart was failing and they were installing an RVAD in addition to the LVAD he already had in. Then the bleeding wouldn't stop. His heart wasn't able to keep up.<br />
The doctor came into the waiting room and I just knew. 12:50 am. Patrick Bernard Blessing passed away. I felt different. I felt lost. I felt alone. What do I do next? We went back to our house. Family surrounded me. I still didn't know what to do. Jon took charge. Made the phone calls to family and friends. Called the funeral home. Updated everything online. Wrote his obituary. He did everything. He asked me a few questions and I answered them the best I could. I then packed up and headed to my parents. <br />
I'm not sure if you all remember or not, but this was also the day that we had huge rain storms and flooding in Milwaukee. A few kids mentioned that it was Patrick crying a lot that day because he was sad to leave us. The next few days I planned my husband's funeral. I felt numb and don't remember much of what happened or who I all saw those next few days. We had so many people fly in from around the country to say goodbye to Patrick. I'm lucky to have so many wonderful people in my life. July, 22nd, my life changed.<br />
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July 22nd, 2011<br />
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I'm sitting in my hotel room after Steve and Kelly's rehearsal dinner. It was wonderful. Kelly put a great slideshow together for Steve with all the boys. It was perfect. I will see if I am able to share this in my next blog with permission. <br />
Olivia is sleeping again finally. We had a late night. I'm in bed, reading all the messages people have been sending me. Do I wait up for another hour? Do I fall asleep so I don't have to relive that horrible moment? I haven't decided quite yet. I will let my body decide.<br />
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Today will be spent in Menomonie, WI with all of my friends and some family. Steve Johnson and Kelly Marose will become Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Everyone has been asking me if I'm OK going to a wedding on the one year anniversary of Patrick's death. I am OK with it. I'm not sure what else I would do. I know I would go to the cemetery for sure. Then after that, probably just watch TV and play with Olivia. This at least give me something to do and stay distracted. Plus I'm sure I'll have a few drinks. I'm looking forward to the happy couple becoming one. It will be a beautiful day.<br />
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I saw this in another widow's post. She misses being number one for someone. I know exactly what she is talking about. I was Patrick's number one. When he had something funny happen, he called me. When he wanted to make someone smile, he bought me a funny card or made me laugh. When he was sad or frustrated, we talked it out. When he wanted to relax and snuggle, I was next to him on the couch. Now I don't have someone to think of me that way. I have my parents, siblings, in-laws, friends, etc. But they have their own number one. Will I ever be someone's number one again?<br />
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I bid you all a good night. Keep your loved ones close to you. Don't take anything for granted. Stop the negative attitudes. Don't have bad days. Stop the bickering. Stop the bitching. It's not worth it. Not worth it one bit. <br />
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Love you all. Thank you so much for your love and support. I don't think I would have been able to keep moving this past year without you.<br />
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The next day it was just him and I. We hung out all day and watched movies and snuggled on the couch. A normal Sunday. Monday, he got up early and went to work out and I got ready for work. I came home to steak and asparagus on the grill. Same for the next day. Then it was Wednesday, June 30, 2010.<br />
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One year ago on the 30th, I got up after Patrick went to the gym. I got ready and went to work. I was about to turn off on Silver Spring from 45, when I got a call. It was the YMCA. I had to go and get Patrick because he wasn't feeling well and they didn't want him to drive home. I quickly turned around with my heart jumping out of my chest. I pulled into the Y parking lot, ran in. I found him laying on the ground, clenching his chest. He had started feeling better and just wanted to go to the walk in clinic. I said no, brought the car around and we were quickly on our way to Froedtert ER. <br />
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It was just after 7:30 am and the morning traffic was getting heavy no matter where you went. We got stuck in traffic on Watertown Plank Road. He started getting nervous, holding his chest, sweating and getting pissed. I actually kept calm, not to make him more upset. I drove through a couple lights and went around people to get to the ER as fast as I could. I pulled right up and got him a wheel chair. They brought him back right away. I parked the car and then ran as fast as my body could being 5 months pregnant and in a dress. I got back there and there were over 10 people working on him and sticking things into him. He was having a heart attack. I had to walk away, as I started getting upset and crying. From that moment on, the staff at Froedtert took care of me like I was a patient, right along side of Patrick. They were so nervous that something could happen to the baby. Once they got him "stable", we rode down the hall and into an elevator up to the Cath Lab. He was doing ok. I went to the waiting room. The doctor came in and let me know he was having a heart attack and they were checking for the blockage. Worse case scenario at this time was that he had to have surgery. His beeper went off and he raced off. Come to find out, Patrick was crashing on the table. He did 2 more times that morning before he was off to surgery. I made my calls to Patrick's family and mine. I waited in that room by myself forever. They then brought me down to the ICU waiting room, as he was going into surgery ASAP. I sat there by myself forever, too. Then my parents came, Shawn, Christine and MC. Then all throughout the day, they came by the dozens. Friends and family all day. The surgery was to take over 7 hours I think. That was a long day. I wore his wedding ring on my thumb. I listened to his iPod. I wanted to be close to him when I wasn't. Patrick survived the surgery, when they didn't think he was going to make it. <br />
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He went on to struggle until his next surgery, one week later. July 7th. He survived. He was then being put on the transplant list and transferred over to St. Luke's. He had another surgery 2 weeks later on the 22nd. This one he did not survive. This day, one year ago on the 22nd of July forever changed my life and Olivia's. Worst day ever. <br />
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I gave Patrick a kiss and told him, "I love you very much" and I walked out of the CVICU room. I never saw him alive again. <br />
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Patrick's mom, sister, brother-in-law, aunt and uncle, my parents and Jon were sitting in the waiting room. All alone. We started getting check ups from the team. It wasn't looking good. We all started praying. I got really nervous. I was sick to my stomach. They started getting late with the updates. They sent a chaplain in. I knew this wasn't good. I just knew. Then the doctor came walking in with 2 nurses. I saw the look on his face and he frowned. I cried out NO! Everyone started crying. I will never forget that feeling. I felt like I was in a movie. This wasn't real. But it was. Hours later I was planning his funeral. I was alone. No more Christy and Patrick or a family. It was just me and I was 6 months pregnant. I hated how things turned out. The next time I saw him he was laying in a back room of the CVICU<br />
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One year ago today Patrick and I were happily married. In less than a month, I can no longer say that. <br />
Four years ago on July 22nd, Patrick proposed to me at the end of his triathlon race with family in attendance.<br />
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One year ago on July 22nd, Patrick was taken away.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love you and will miss you forever. </div>Christy Blessinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02562433814133971137noreply@blogger.com5