He was my North, my South my East and West...

This is us, January of this year.

 "We are given dazzling sunlight, fragrant air, new birth, beauty all around us and we have to register it all in our soul.  While we are experiencing morning and spring, somewhere in the world there is darkness and sadness.  That's life."  Alexandra Stoddard 

It is with great sadness and a broken heart, I want to share that I lost my dear husband and best friend  after a nine month battle with cancer in May.

Grandpa and Penny

My husband was the kindest and most generous man. He was brave and kind through the hardest days. He left everyone with a smile, when God knows, sometimes he had little reason to. In the nine months since his diagnosis, we lived, loved and laughed.  We had hopes for the future when after 12 chemos his numbers and scans were good, but then...  Maybe someday I will be able to tell that part of the story.  My dearest left this world peacefully at home, surrounded by his family that he loved so very much.  I got him home.  I held him till the end. I thought I would die too that evening, but here I am.  A surprise really, for I could not imagine living without my dearest.   Here I am 100+ days later, still breathing.  Trying to put one foot in front of the other and trying to make my dearest proud.

On his birthday we planted this kinetic wind sculpture in his memory.
 

                                                    

 My husband rarely took a photo without a funny look.  

Some of the sillier photos are a great comfort to me today. 

 He was so very attractive, so charming, friendly, loving, happy, silly, sweet, sexy, gentle, tender , sensitive, smart, genius really.  He was the best Dad to our kids, thoughtful, generous and wise.  As a grandpa, there was never a sillier, more playful and sweet one than he. 

 We were together for 45 years.  We were just kids when we fell in love.  I fell in love at first sight, he came around pretty quick.  He asked me to marry him after we knew each other for just two months... I said no because I thought he might be on drugs.  Seriously, I was older and wiser by 1 year and 5 months.  Would I change a thing about our 45 years, except for his suffering, no.  We were so happy together and loved each other like crazy.  We spent all of our time together as a family, and when the kids went out into the world, we became each other's world.  That is why losing him has been so very difficult. No amount of time would have ever been enough.

 I am grateful that he got to meet and spend time with our new granddaughters. How things worked out in the end is worth mentioning.  Our son Jon fell down the stairs and blew out his knee. It was so traumatic  This was while my dearest was having complications and baby Stevie was just home from the NICU and Irene was still in the hospital.

Since we couldn't help Jon, and Jon could not help us, they moved in.  So Jon and his Dad spent time watching movies and sharing time together while I was able to take care of them both. The girls came to our house and were with us, and then stayed with me through the hardest days.  Jon was able to be  home with his amazing wife and beautiful girls in those first few months, if he had not been hurt, he would have just been home a couple of weeks.  What was so overwhelming then, seems almost divine intervention, now looking back. Something, or someone was looking over us.

Jon is doing well, back at work and still regaining strength in his repaired knee. Jon, Charlotte and the girls were with us and after we lost my love, Mike was able to get 10 bereavement days from his wonderful company, Apple. Amanda was with us, Kris, Doug and Penny were always here. Penny, at a mature seven going on forty, has been my rock.  There was no one closer to Grandpa, except me.  We did everything together, and though her loss is great, she remembers the fun, the silly things that made their relationship so priceless. 

They say that how people react to adversity shows what they are really made of.  Our children and their spouses are made of love.  Pure love and kindness to me and each other.

  Being together was the only way we got through those first terrible days without my guy.  Their Dad always said to me, we have the best kids!  We really do.  They loved their Dad so much, and they were with him, bringing him snacks, making him laugh.  We got a reputation in the emergency room, the guys made us laugh so hard.  I asked one of the techs if we were disturbing anyone.  He said that they were talking about us, about how nice and kind we all were.  That is my family.  They are that way because of my husband's example. They love each other too.  That was so important to my dearest, and a comfort to us both. They are brothers and sister but all of them, spouses and siblings are very close.  They are even closer now. They have all been here for me.  Sometimes a call, a text, many times a all day visit.  We started a family text in the beginning of their Dad's illness.  Every doctor's visit, chemo, test or procedure brought us messages, gifs, jokes, photos and funny comments that we really loved and needed. Our friends Jean and Tom never forgot a occasion to cheer up their friends.  We'd come home to a treat, a surprise or note, telling us that they cared.  I will be forever grateful.

These little ones are 6 months old now.

Don't ask me how I'm doing, I will just cry.  It's so hard to talk about him, not to family or those who were especially close, but to neighbors who saw us walking everyday.  The mail lady, 

the places we went as a couple.  I am rarely alone, but am so very lonely.  I miss Tyke. Now his name is a prayer forever on my lips and in my heart.  I have so many happy wonderful memories.  I am so glad that I was able to share them here.  At Home in English Valley was our story.  A love story that was never sugar coated or polished up for the blog.  It really was that happy and filled with love.

 He did make all of my dreams come true and I am a better woman because of his love.

I am starting this next chapter of my life, with enough love to last me... until we meet again my love.  What more could I ask for?

Thank you to those who reached out asking if I was ok.  

I will try and get back on this horse and post again.  

 As always,

Enjoy this beautiful day.

Love, Penny

A Snowy End of April

 As the snow fell yet again in April, my thoughts were on my garden.  Freshly mowed grass, cleaned pots and fountain.  Just waiting for some warmer weather.  The 4 inches of snow fell in big clumped bunches and covered the lawn and emerging plants.  The trees just had buds ready to pop.  Everything covered in a blanket of my beloved snow.  I just could not remember such a significant snow so late in the spring. Especially when the snow was falling at 7:30 in the evening and it was still light outside, that was just weird.

By the time I got up the next morning, it was still a magical winter wonderland outside, but by noon, most of the snow was melted and it was spring again.

Just wanted to chronicle this historic late season snowstorm.

 My poor hostas, lucky they are hardy.

 In the morning when the sun came out, it took my breath away. So beautiful.

 Our neighbors apple tree.

 The fountain running, no ice.

My geranium I wintered inside was covered in snow but seems to be fine since the thaw.

 What did I do during the storm?  I sewed. Pincushions and bags. 

 Made gifts for friends, while my dearest slept or watched science fiction flicks.

A quiet but good weekend, together.

Happy Birthday to my dear friend and faithful reader of my blog, Jean.

Always there when I need a friend, Love you!

Happy May to all of my friends who visit me here, At Home in English Valley.

Enjoy this beautiful day.

Love, Penny

Easter and other miracles...

Oh Easter, how I look forward to you each year.  We've had our problems as of late.  My dearest was back at the hospital for a routine procedure and we ended up staying overnight.  It was early Good Friday when we returned home.  The question, could we pull off brunch for 20 in less than 48 hours?

The house was already cleaned and decorated.

Bunnies and a couple of ducks lined the stairs.

Blooming bulbs in the foyer.

The table set in the family room.

The groceries were already purchased, several cakes were made earlier in the week.

The muscari were potted.

The wheat grass was growing.

Pansies too.

The glittery chicks on the tables.

The fireplace all decked out.

Even a little Lavender display.

Everything was ready,  except for us.

We talked about cancelling, but we couldn't disappoint the family.

So I made my casseroles, and potatoes.  Coleslaw and Ambrosia.  Store bought pierogi and bagels.

We had bacon, Polish sausage and ham.

Scrambled eggs and Door County Potatoes.

Mindy brought her famous deviled eggs.

Elizabeth brought me flowers.

Mikey brought the ice and Amanda brought me more beautiful flowers.

Kris and Doug brought the veggie tray and fruit.  My dearest rolled up the ham and folded the dishtowels that came out of the dryer. We never made it to the basket blessing, but I hope the ancestors understood.

My dear friend Mary brought her traditional Lamb Cake for us to enjoy.

And, bingo bango we had Easter!

Grateful to be together, (except for Jon and Charlotte and the twins who are still too tiny for travel.)

grateful to be home, and for the most beautiful weather on Easter day in recent memory.

The only mishap, the egg hunt.  We filled the eggs with quarters, dollars, one five dollar bill and one ten dollar bill.  The cousins were ready! When the hunt was over, no one had the ten dollar egg.

Even the grownups joined the hunt.  No luck.

Yesterday, I cleaned out the fountain, a job I didn't have the time or energy to do before our guests arrived.  I found the egg in the watering can on the fountain, with the ten dollar bill safely inside.

 Even Doug who hid the eggs didn't find it.  How wonderful when the cousins are together.  

Next year six girls will be hunting eggs! 

My great niece Teya brought me a gift.  When she was little I called her my Little Bird here on the blog.  She will be 11 soon.  She made me a Suzy Snowflake figure out of all natural materials.  When she was very small, I made her a Suzy Snowflake that hung from a stick that she could make dance.  It broke and we said that we would someday make another. Teya decided to make one for me.  It touched my heart, that she remembered and that she though of me.  Sometimes I am sad that she doesn't remember all the fun things we did together, so it was especially wonderful.

What a special gift from a special girl.

When Penny was leaving she didn't want to go.  She held on to me, and told me she wanted to stay.  

I felt very loved.

My dearest, on the mend, enjoyed the festivities, and so did all of our guests.

I don't know how we did it, but we did.

Alleluia! 

Thanks for stopping by and for your friendship.

Enjoy this beautiful day.

Love, Penny

I can see clearly now...

 Today I am so grateful for my vision in my right eye has been restored.  After cataract surgery, everyday has been a revelation.  I can see!  I can also see what time has done to my face.  Truly, I have earned every dark circle and wrinkle or as I prefer to call them laugh lines.  My dearest makes me laugh everyday.  Even when things are tough. 

 We've had some trying times as of late, but the good outweigh the bad, and the happy outweigh the sad.  Our beautiful tiny granddaughters are finally home.  Jon and Charlotte's days apart were very difficult, but they made it through.  The girls are growing and healthy. 

 Life is full of challenges, but also filled with joy and love.  We are preparing to celebrate Easter.  Even though Easter is late this year, I was not prepared.  A little cleaning, a lot of planning and lists, checking the pantry.  I got this!  I've been doing the holidays 35 or so years.   They have all turned out fine, even the year it rained INSIDE right before my brunch.  Sometimes a little smoke from the oven, a casserole that needs more time, a cancelled egg hunt due to weather.  Still we are together, and we rejoice.

I am a creature of habit.  I will make the bread for the blessing.  Buy the Polish sausage, color the eggs and go to the blessing of the baskets.  Looking forward to the Spring that is promised but late, to my family gathered and to celebrate life.

Happy and Blessed Easter to you and yours.

Enjoy this beautiful day.

Love, Penny

April, she will come...

 I hear the song in my head, and it's hard to believe today is the first day of April.  I am doing a little puttering around the house.  The winter still has us in it's grip, but hope springs eternal that Spring is just around the corner.

 Grandpa and Grandma finally met our brand new granddaughters.  Irene is already telling Grandpa, no more kisses!  They are the sweetest tiniest babies.  After having eight pound babies myself, these little girls are almost floating in our arms.  They are strong, and content and healthy.  What more could anyone want.

Stevie meets Grandma!

 I wept sweet tears holding our Jon Jon's daughters.  The love started as soon as we knew Charlotte was pregnant, and increased twofold upon knowing they were twins.  Holding our granddaughters for the very first time is one of life's sweetest moments.

 God willing, we will hold these little hands for as long as they let us.  We are almost at the seven year point of hand holding with Penny, and she is still willing.  We are blessed in so many ways.

 My dearest is feeling better, looking better and stronger since his hospitalization.  His work ethic is strong too.  It's hard to keep him from working, even on days when he really needs the rest.  He thrives in the work environment, and to hear him talk with customers and co workers is impressive.  I sometimes don't understand a word of what he's saying, but I love to surprise him by asking a technical question, or quoting something I've read or heard on the news.  It's fun seeing his reaction. 

He loves when I talk "tech" to him. ;-)

This week I will have cataract surgery on my problem eye.  I am looking forward to better vision, and getting my eye glasses updated.  I vividly remember my Buscia leaving for the hospital and me crying when she went to have her cataract surgery.  I was probably 5 years old.  Things have changed in almost 60 years, now I'm the Buscia!  Getting my eyes to work together after surgery will take a little while. I apologize in advance for any typing errors, bad punctuation...who am I kidding?  I've been writing this blog for NINE YEARS and my typing, grammar and punctuation has not improved a bit.  

 Until next time...

The only Spring you'll find in Chicagoland is inside.

Though it's faux, it cheers me up.  

Thanks for stopping by and for your kindness.

Enjoy this beautiful day.

Love, Penny