Always My Jeff

  • Grace in the Face of Adversity

    September 8th, 2024

    I have spoken about “someone always has it worse” and every now and then, something will happen that will show me how very true that is but this event has rocked me. South Jersey can be small and Salem County even smaller. The Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon is cut down to three or four at most. The ice hockey community is the same way. Spending hours in the rinks allows you to form bonds with families that will often change after the seasons are over but will also often last a lifetime. Since my kids were hockey players and I grew up in Washington Township, many of those hours were spent in the Hollydell Rink. New friendships were formed and I had the honor of watching some amazing kids grow up. One of those kids was Johnny Gaudreau or as he came to be known, Johnny Hockey. Fast forward, I sat in the stands of Nationwide Arena in 2023 and happily told Mark all about the Jersey boys on the ice…..Johnny and Eric Robinson (another player whose family entered my life because of my Hollydell years). In addition, I taught in Salem County (one town over from where the Gaudreau Family lived) and I watched the boys become Hometown Heroes. A title that was well deserved. They gave back to the community. They happily interacted with people and posed for pictures when asked. Kids eyes would light up when they were in the company of the boys. The biggest thing was that they were just boys from Salem County and they were HOME. But now for the true reason for this post………almost every second of the day right now, I think about the Gaudreau Family. The absolute pain that Guy and Jane are going through due to the loss of their amazing sons. The absolute pain that Kristen and Katie are going through due to the loss of their amazing brothers. The absolute pain that Meredith and Madeline are going through due to the loss of their amazing husbands. The senseless loss of two men who had unbelievable futures ahead of them. The loss at a time when the family was supposed to be celebrating Katie’s wedding. In a NY minute…….. But with all this pain, I have watched this family demonstrate such strength and grace that it humbles me. Young widows who are just thankful for what they had and vowing to take care of each other and their babies. This family has had to wrap their heads around something that is beyond understanding and they have had to do that with the world watching. I struggled to do this and my loss was not all over the media. I’m not sure how I want to describe how I feel about this but I guess the way to put it is this has knocked me down a peg or two. I mourned for myself because I lost a man who I had in my life for 30 years and it took me years to be able to appreciate what I had had instead of grieve for what I wasn’t go to have. Here are these young women speaking so strongly within days of their loss. I mourned for my children when Jeff passed away and now I see three babies who have lost their Daddies and can’t even understand it. It all breaks my heart. And now, when I “slip”, I will think of Meredith and Madeline in order to pull my shit together and remember to be grateful for what I had and let go of what I will not! God Bless the Gaudreau Family. God Bless Johnny and Matty. Even Heaven needs hockey!!!

    And in the words of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” The Gaudreau family has shown how tall they can stand…..together!!!

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  • It’s hard to see the forest for the trees.

    August 23rd, 2024

    Sometimes it is easy to get wrapped up in grief. Grief can become all consuming. Grief can hit you like a ton of bricks. Sometimes there will be a warning and then other times, BAM! It can go as quickly as it comes or it can linger. It can ruin a good time, a good friendship, a good relationship, a good life, and on and on. But even though it is so damn powerful, it is still not the thing that should define us. While it is the biggest tree ever, it is still not the forest!!

    So, here are some of my amazing trees because my forest is worth seeing!! I was fortunate to have married someone who loved me and because of him, I was given the most amazing children who have now given me the most amazing grandchildren.

    I fulfilled a lifelong dream and became a teacher!

    I built an amazing home in Delaware where my family made so many great memories. Then, I did something I never did before….I bought a car on my own AND a house on my own!

    I have traveled to so many amazing places with so many amazing people. I don’t even like beer but I sipped Guinness in Ireland and drank a beer in Germany!

    I have been able to cheer on my favorite team for almost my entire life. First in my childhood home with my parents and then from our (Jeff and I) season ticket seats and then my season ticket seat. I continue to do that on the road. I even snagged a proposal along the way!!

    Yes, grief is and always will be a part of me but it is NOT my forest!! It is a tree that I will deal with when it starts to become overgrown. I will not care for it because it is hardy enough and does not need me to help it grow. There are so many other great trees that make up my forest and they will be the ones that I will care for to make sure they are healthy and continue to grow. Who knows….maybe the grief tree with be so surrounded by the good trees that it will appear smaller and smaller until it is barely seen.

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  • Be Gentle

    July 27th, 2024

    I, more than anyone, know how to beat myself up. I’ve never been thin enough, pretty enough, motivated enough, and on and on I could go but…….I am trying to learn to be more kinder and gentler to myself. That is something I have easily been able to do for others but never for me. I guess I took being a cheerleader pretty seriously. I have been a cheerleader (literally and metaphorically) all my life. I have cheered people on for as long as I can remember and it is kinda sad to me that I could do it so freely for others and not for myself. And now, as I teeter on the edge of another decade (warning, it’s probably not a good idea to talk to me in November of 2025 because I don’t see this birthday being very welcome but who knows!) I do realize that I am still here for a reason. I remember thinking (and still do at times) “Why am I still here because Jeff would have done this survivor thing so much better than I ever could??” And then I think of Lord Tennyson, “Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.”  So here I am…..doing! Not doing what I thought I would be doing but I am doing. I’m doing things to make Jeff proud. I’m doing things when the opportunity presents itself. I’m trying to do things because I may never get the chance again and to live with regret is an awful thing. And back to me…….I’m doing things to see myself differently. I am going to admit, this is going to be a hard habit to break and I may not win this battle but I will continue to try as long as I can. Today, out of nowhere I saw this online and thought…..yup!!! This is SO true and very profound. I will read it daily to help me see my reflection differently. Well, here’s to trying!!!

    Most of us are aging through the next phase of our lives. We’re at the age where we see wrinkles, grey hair, and extra pounds.

    We see cute 25-year-olds and reminisce.

    But we were also 25, just as they will one day be our age. We aren’t those “girls in their summer clothes” anymore. What they bring to the table with their youth and zest, we bring our wisdom and experience.

    We have raised families, run households, paid the bills, dealt with diseases, sadness and everything else life has assigned us.

    Some of us have lost those that we’re nearest and dearest to us.

    We are survivors.

    We are warriors in the quiet.

    We are women, like a fine wine or classic car.

    Even if our bodies aren’t what they once were, they carry our souls, our courage, and our strength. We shall enter this chapter in our lives with humility, grace, and pride over everything we have been through, and we should never feel bad about getting older.

    It’s a privilege that is denied to so many.

    ~unknown

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  • Time Flies When You’re……..

    July 23rd, 2024

    Well…..it’s here again. My metversary! WOW…..37 years ago today, Jeff’s mom decided we should meet and came up with quite a plan to make it happen. Obviously, she was successful and so was I because for whatever reason, he picked me!! He picked me to become his girlfriend and four short months later, he picked me to become his fiancé. Life moved quickly for us and maybe that’s why he was picked to move on from this world as early as he did. Jeff truly lived and loved life. He never stayed still whether it be physically or mentally. We certainly packed a lot in during our time together. We jumped into adulting pretty quickly. For those of you who don’t know the full story….no, we did not marry right away. My Dad was adamant that I needed to graduate college first so I graduated from college May, 1989 and we were married on October 14, 1989. We went on a honeymoon, settled into our apartment, bought my dream car (a 280ZX) and by March, 1990 we were on the path to become parents! Life had its ups and downs as it always does but the ups were more plentiful than the downs. So here I sit….looking back on oh so many of those ups. Today was and always will be a day that was literally life changing for me. Life would be so different if the events of 7/23/1987 didn’t occur. But…..they did and here I am. A little sad, a little happy, a little angry but forever grateful.

    Oh….he sent me two signs….first song I heard today was Coldplay’s A Sky Full of Stars. Jeff loved Coldplay (gonna admit…me, not so much). I received a “check in” text from one of his former coworkers who easily became one of his good friends. Hadn’t heard from him in a while so the timing was pretty amazing!! Thanks for everything Jeff. Every second, every day (and I have 237,168,000 without you).

    ‘Cause you’re a sky, ’cause you’re a sky full of stars
    I’m gonna give you my heart
    ‘Cause you’re a sky, ’cause you’re a sky full of stars
    ‘Cause you light up the path

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  • Boy do I know what this feels like!!

    July 18th, 2024

    I have talked about signs. I desperately had hoped I would receive signs. I thought signs would help me, make me stronger, show me he was ok. As I am years into this journey, I can tell you that they do those things NOW, for the most part, but THEN……. Throughout this journey, I have had ideas of how things were supposed to be only to find out that I was so wrong. I still tell people how I thought the worst part of this journey was going to be the first year. I really thought I would wake up on 1/14/2018 and be fine! I know, stupid me but that’s what I thought so I put every ounce of what I had into just surviving that year. I did some amazing things, mostly due to Cheryl being so agreeable to all my sometimes great/sometimes crazy ideas, but the one thing I didn’t do was allow myself to grieve. I mean really grieve. Face my new normal. Learn to breathe. Learn to be alone. Accept the fact that I would never have the future life I/we had discussed over and over and over. Holy crap!! That’s a lot for the ole Widow’s To Do List!! Well anyway, I used year two to chip away on that to do list. I did some crazy things to do that (shop, shop, shop – which can be confirmed with my recent multiple trips to Molly’s to give her things I needed to let go of like 30 pairs of jeans/pants) but I was still breathing and started to realize that my life was forever changed but not over. Have I had setbacks? Of course! Have I had moments of sobbing or screaming at the top of my lungs? Of course! Have I learned to get my shit together and move on? Of course! Throughout life, we all need to find something that will motivate us to keep going, that will cause us to be find a way to make the bad just a speed bump and to not dwell on it so it becomes a wall but to use it to our benefit, or to follow the advice of the forgetful but obviously wise Dory and to Just Keep Swimming. My motivation has been my belief in two things: someone always has it worse and the worst disservice I could do to Jeff and his memory was to not live.

    So……to the photo……as I was craving signs early on, I had a dream one night. It was the first one I had that Jeff appeared in since he had left. It was not a crazy dream like I often had (after I would tell Jeff the dream, his response would always be “What the hell did you eat last night???”). It was just a Day In Our Life dream. Business as usual kinda day. It was so normal and so real that I actually woke up and waited for him to walk through the bedroom door. At this point, I need to tell you that I am crying right now as I type this because I can remember the feelings I had as if it was happening right now. Anyway……..had I been in a better frame of mind, a better point of recovery, oh damn, a better anything, I would have had a smile on my face but instead, I crashed. I couldn’t even get out of bed that day. Hindsight, maybe it was Jeff’s doing. Maybe he needed to remind of the all the good we had but also give me a shove to accept my reality and start navigating through it. Who knows but at the time, it was AWFUL. Now, I know I cannot force signs. I can only do my best and be happy when I’m right and learn from it when I’m not. Everyone falls every now and then. You can’t have highs if you do not have lows. I used to be so afraid of roller coasters and now I love them. Maybe that was to prepare me for my life now. Either way, I will always do this crazy life with my Hands Up!!!

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  • Just what I needed

    July 11th, 2024

    Every once in a while, I receive exactly what I needed when I least expect it. I’m in a bit of “transition” right now which for anal retentive me can put me in a bit of “freak out” mode but in a way can be pretty darn exciting too! Well…..here I am watching Crazy Rich Asians (yeah, I’m a little behind) and all of a sudden Yellow starts to play. Yellow was something between Jeff and I. I had a yellow dress that he decided was one of his favorites in my closet. I wore it when I could and started signing things “Yellow”. When I went through his wallet after he left this earth, there was a little card in there that I signed “Yellow”. I even remember his friend asking me what it meant and I explained it to him. So, as I am in transition, I usually talk to Jeff and ask him what he thinks. I know he can’t necessarily answer me but he always lets me know he is around when I need him to be and I will take that!! Thanks for pushing me to be the best I can be (or at least trying to be the best I can be).

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  • You Never Know How Strong…..

    June 30th, 2024

    Yesterday, I was talking to another member of the club….the worst club ever, the club no one really applies to join, the club that will define us for the rest of the time we are here…..The Widow/Widower Club. It was his wedding anniversary and he is in the second year of his journey. I didn’t believe it when I heard it but yes, the second year is worse than the first! I can explain why but I will leave that for another blog. Anyway, we talked for a while because I wanted to make sure that he would get through the day as painlessly as possible and to give him some ideas of how to do that. During the conversation he said, “I just need to learn to be as strong as you.” Me???? Strong???? What!?!?! The person who can breakdown at the slightest thing??? Me, the person who can’t get the lid off jars??? Me, the person who still is struggling with the side effects of widow’s fog??? Me, strong???? I didn’t think I was strong in anyway but then I thought about it. I guess there was a reason when I bought myself a sign that has the words of Bob Marley….You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have! Yup, that is true!!! Over the past 7 years, I have done things I didn’t think I would have to do. The ones that stick out in my mind are as follows: I had to figure out a way to take care of my pool because seeing it not perfect was a reminder that Jeff wasn’t around to take care of it (after many failed attempts…I hired a lovely family). I had to get my house together and ready to be sold (talk about an emotional roller coaster between going through years and years of memories and leaving the place Jeff and I built). I had to buy a car (the first one I had ever bought on my own). I had to buy a house and move (It was during the market craziness AND I moved to a place I had only visited briefly before). OK, so maybe I am strong….still can’t always open jars but I guess there is a difference between physical strength and emotional strength. I need to get back to my gym routine to help with the jar thing but I guess when I need to be, I can suck it up and be strong. Maybe this is part of the silver lining theory. I wouldn’t have known any of this if I had not lost Jeff and my Dad. I would have been living my “normal” life and would have had all those things taken care of for me. I would have swirled around in my comfort zone for as long as it would have let me. Would that have been ok with me? Heck yeah!!! But in the wise words of my favorite boss ever, Mike Gorman, change is good. We are creatures of habit. We want things to stay the same because it makes us comfortable. While comfortable is good, it can hurt us as well. I think about all the things I have done in the past 7 years and I know that a lot of them would not have happened if my life didn’t change as dramatically as it did. I have memories to keep forever. I have friends that have shown me the true meaning of friendship again and again. Ironically, I recently started following a FB (yes, I still hate FB and every day find ways to justify staying on my page) called Worthy. It has words of inspiration every day. Some apply and some don’t but it is still worth reading. I opened it this morning and there is a post about being strong!! That is why I am writing today. I believe in signs and that was one for me. Made me think about my strength and maybe, just maybe, I am stronger than I think! The photo I used is from that posting as are the words below. The photo can apply to different situations as can the words but I do think they apply. I mean, even Winnie the Pooh realizes the strength someone can have and not realize it!!

    “Sometimes we need the breaking for a breakthrough.”

    In the hardest times, it feels like everything is falling apart.

    Tears and heartache are constant, and it’s tough to see any light.

    Yet, it’s in these raw moments that we find our true strength.

    When all we know shatters, we gather the courage to rebuild.

    The pain opens us up to deep growth and change.

    Each tear helps us grow stronger.

    The breaking feels unbearable, but it’s leading us to a better place.

    Let yourself grieve and feel the sadness, trusting that this pain is making way for something beautiful.

    Sometimes, we need to break open to let the light in and reveal our strongest selves.

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  • The Simple Things

    June 25th, 2024

    I had no intention of writing today until……. I was sitting here catching up on emails and I looked over to see Blue basking in the sun. He looked so content with the sun on his face. I thought, WOW, something so simple could bring him happiness and peacefulness! I actually teared up as I just stared at him. We are always in such a hurry, planning the next thing, worrying about tomorrow that we really do let the simple moments slip past us. I am pretty sure that those simple moments that we miss could probably bring us more joy than we could imagine. We are so serious. We need to laugh more often. We are so programmed. We need to do things “just because” more often. The dishes can wait, the laundry can wait (unless of course you have already worn that last outfit a couple days). The broom will be there in a hour. That moment might only last a few seconds and then will be gone forever. Do not let it get past you. Watch the sunrise at least once a week. Watch the sunset as well. Smell the flower blooming outside your door. Smile at the stranger that you are sharing a grocery store aisle with for a moment. Share these moments with those people that are important to you. Put your phone away and actually talk to that person face-to-face. I have learned that Quality over Quantity is a thing! Even though it might just be a moment, it could be the best moment of the day. The moment that makes you breathe a little easier, stress a little less, smile a little more. Technology has been a gift and a curse all at the same time. We don’t engage in our surroundings anymore because we are engaged in our technology. I will be the first to admit I am one of those people. My phone and laptop became my escape when I lost Jeff. They could take me places that I couldn’t go to at that time. They could connect me in a way nothing else could. I am glad that I realized I had to get “back on the horse” and go out because otherwise, I could have withdrawn to a place that would have been so difficult to leave. I still rely on my phone far too much but I am working on that. I am a work in progress on so many levels but I am working so that’s a good thing. And now, as I end this impromptu post, I am going to head out and take in some moments! I wish all of you at least one moment today. If you have a good one, let me know because I would love to hear about it!!!

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  • When you least expect it!!

    June 24th, 2024

    Do I believe there are things in this life that are beyond our control….absolutely! They can be good or bad. Jeff is proof of that! The good: We should have never met but a series of events caused us to be introduced and the rest was history. The bad: He’s no longer here. I/We fought the hospital hard but still lost the war. Do I believe in signs…..absolutely! Have they played a different part in my world the past 7 years….yes, they have. So after we lost Jeff, Molly was the first to receive a sign. She went bowling with Craig and his sister. The Bobjaks are NOT bowlers so the selecting of the ball basically involves around two things – can I pick it up and do my fingers fit in the holes? Molly went to select her ball and she noticed it had a name on it…….JEFF! Yes, a personalized ball that was sitting on the rack. And of all the names to be on that ball that she selected……JEFF!! After that, Molly was receiving signs all over the place and I’m not going to lie, I was not only jealous but I was also pretty pissed!! Really Jeff??? Thirty years and you didn’t need to throw me a sign or two to comfort me? You see me struggling and you can’t help me out?? Then in February, I found the paper that had his writing on it. “Faith is believing that whatever it takes to get through, you have.” I had finally received my first sign and I cried like a baby. OK, crying is an understatement. I sobbed, I yelled, I sobbed some more, I paced, I literally lost my shit. A few days later, I laminated the paper and carried it around with me wherever I went. And then I panicked to think I could lose it so I did what any normal person would do, I had it tattooed on my arm a year or so later. HA! Now I can’t lose it!!! Anyway, as time went on, I would find a penny or a dime or a euro (long story for another blog) somewhere random and I would cry and put them away in a special wallet I had been given (thank you Michelangelo Lapo) by our favorite person in Firenze. I still was not receiving the signs the way I had hoped. I wanted to know he was ok and that he was still around watching over me. I then went to Halloween party and there was a medium there. I believe that some (few) people have that ability but I went into the session believing that this person might not be one of those people. I did not give up any information. That was until she told me this……..You want to receive signs and feel as if you aren’t receiving them the way you would like. He is telling me that he is not sending them because they upset you but when he sees that you are better not only will you receive signs, you will receive so many that you will almost feel like you are being haunted. WOW!! And she was spot on. Once I pulled myself together a bit (not fully and it may never be fully) and shifted my vision from what I was missing to what I had, the signs started coming. The number 14 was our number…..married on the 14th, one of his favorite Flyers was Ron Sutter (#14), he had to leave us on the 14th (there are more 14s on the list but the beginning and end for us are the two biggies). Anyway, I would find change in random places and yes, a dime and four pennies would be what I found. Not just once but multiple times. He did change it up once and reversed the number to four dimes and a penny. I went out to fight the pool pump once and there was a butterfly on the pipe. It was orange and black (Go Flyers) but then when it opened its wings……..amazing blue was displayed (Jeff’s color was blue). Rather than cry, I would thank him. I now find comfort in the signs when they appear. They tend to appear when I need them the most. They don’t make me cry anymore but they make me thankful that I know he is ok and is still watching after us. Signs, signs, everywhere a sign. I don’t look for them, they just appear, usually when I least expect it but definitely need it.

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  • In the Blink of an Eye

    June 20th, 2024

    It is amazing to look back and realize how quickly things can change….forever. I think back to the last June I had with Jeff and everything about it was so different than the Junes I have had since. That June we were making plans for our Big Disney Trip! I say big because this one was going to be different than the others. We were traveling with 6 other adults and no “kids”. Yes, we were taking our kids with the addition of their significant others at the time but by definition, we had 8 adults on this trip. We were so excited because we were doing what we loved to do as a family…..we were going to The House of Mouse. We made the reservations, we got our FastPasses for our must do rides, we made dining reservations for the places that the kids always loved (Crystal Palace, Chef Mickey, Via Napoli…..). I remember telling the kids that the only time they needed to be with us was when we had a ride or meal booked. I understood in advance that they would probably want to go out and do their own thing without Mom and Dad around to cramp their style. Well, I was so wrong!!! We were a pack of 8 almost the whole time except when I mandated “date night”. It was a dream vacation all the way and Jeff continued to talk about it until the end. That Christmas, Jeff’s most cherished gift was a photo album that I put together for him of the whole trip. I didn’t think I ever wanted to go to Disney again but I got “back on the horse” and chaperoned the Senior Class Trip to Florida in 2018. Was I scared to be there – absolutely! Was I sad every night when the other female chaperones were calling their husbands and I couldn’t – absolutely! Did I see Jeff in every inch of every park – absolutely! Was I proud of myself for getting my shit together and doing it – absolutely!! The Boys and I went back the following summer with my brother and his family. It was hard for all of us but it was a break from our grief as well. We were sad being in one of Jeff’s most loved places without him but it was also great to be somewhere that you almost can’t be happy! My nephew came with us since I am all about leaving on the first plane to maximize the time you have in the parks. It was so much fun to introduce Austin to the Bobjak’s Disney rather than the Sperduto’s Disney. I will never forget how he greeted my brother when he arrived. “We don’t do anything when we come here!!” Anyway……..my Junes (along with my Julys, Augusts, Septembers, you get the idea) now are different. I don’t plan summer vacations with Jeff anymore. I don’t count the days until the end of the school year anymore. I don’t plan meals around a shift worker’s schedule anymore. Yes, there are many more “don’ts” but now I have some “dos”…. I do get to go on trips anytime I want instead of within the confines of the school calendar, Jeff’s schedule, etc. I do get to FaceTime with my grandbabies. I do get to celebrate Quinn’s first birthday. Do the “dos” help with the “don’ts”….sometimes. Do the “dos” make the “don’ts” hurt even more….sometimes. The best way for me to handle that is to be thankful for every “do” I had because they were great while they were here. Appreciate every second because in the blink of an eye……..

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