Ive been putting this post off..
I took a break from blogging for a while.. looking for a new apartment and not exactly having good luck with finding a job had been getting annoying.. About a month ago we looked at two different apartments.. we wanted a 2 bedroom but the price they were asking for that was way more than we wanted to pay.. so we checked out a one bedroom.. It seemed a bit small but the rooms had a lot of space. So we filled out an application for the apartment and we got it!
So it was scheduled.. we got a place.. We couldn't get the keys to the new place until September 1st and since Jon had to be at work during the week, I was going to have to move some of the boxes during the days by myself.. It wasn't the best case scenario but it would work.. So everything was going according to plan until.. On August 27th just after I had made my self some lunch.. My dad called..
Now him calling wasn't out of the ordinary, we talk almost every other day. My mom had been at Glendale nursing home for a few weeks. When I picked up the phone the first thing I heard were the words.. " Your mother died." This shocked me a little bit, I knew it was going to happen at some point but I didn't think the point would be now. My dad was going to go to the funeral home and figure out all the details so he would call me back later. I knew I needed to get my butt to Schenectady soon, I tried to call Jon and he was on a work call so I texted his mother.. She called me right away and told me she was going to leave work to come over and be with me. Having her there made it a little better, it was good to have someone to talk to. I finally was able to call Jon and tell him. I was still in shock and didn't exactly know how to feel about things so I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it didn't burn as much as it should. That whole day the condolences were pouring in and every time I read one it seemed like I was disconnected from it.. like it wasn't my mom. I think that was one of the hardest things about this, and just knowing she isn't alive anymore.. I am so proud of everything that she taught me and that I was able to have to many memories with her. I am so thankful she was able to see me get married last year.
One of the next nights we went over to Jon's parents and we bought our plane tickets.. Jon decided to come to NY on the 3rd and I decided to go to NY on the 30th. I knew I needed to be there for my dad regardless if he actually needed me there, I knew I needed to be there for support or just to figure out plans.
We had a get together at the funeral home on Thursday and then the burial on Friday along with a social gathering celebration after.
On Thursday the gathering started at 5 and people started showing up before 5.. The Mayor of Schenectady was there as well as Paul Tonko and about half of the city council. Somehow I happened to be standing near the door so everyone talked to me first.. It was quite overwhelming and a few times I was holding back tears. So many people were there and they had so many lovely things to say about my mother.. She really inspired everyone.
It still doesn't feel real..
I have to get used to a bunch of changes.. next time I go to my parents house in New York.. It will be just my dads house..
While I was in New York, Jon and his family moved us in to the new apartment. They did a really wonderful job and I am so thankful they helped out.
On a slightly happier note here are a few pictures of the new apartment.
Sorry if I am not as happy or upbeat while writing my posts.. I am still trying to get through this..
I think this weekend I am going to make a bunch of my mothers recipes. (lemon bread or Blueberry cake or Strawberry muffins)
Appreciate the time you get with your loved ones. Take pictures and remember them. <3
So it was scheduled.. we got a place.. We couldn't get the keys to the new place until September 1st and since Jon had to be at work during the week, I was going to have to move some of the boxes during the days by myself.. It wasn't the best case scenario but it would work.. So everything was going according to plan until.. On August 27th just after I had made my self some lunch.. My dad called..
Now him calling wasn't out of the ordinary, we talk almost every other day. My mom had been at Glendale nursing home for a few weeks. When I picked up the phone the first thing I heard were the words.. " Your mother died." This shocked me a little bit, I knew it was going to happen at some point but I didn't think the point would be now. My dad was going to go to the funeral home and figure out all the details so he would call me back later. I knew I needed to get my butt to Schenectady soon, I tried to call Jon and he was on a work call so I texted his mother.. She called me right away and told me she was going to leave work to come over and be with me. Having her there made it a little better, it was good to have someone to talk to. I finally was able to call Jon and tell him. I was still in shock and didn't exactly know how to feel about things so I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it didn't burn as much as it should. That whole day the condolences were pouring in and every time I read one it seemed like I was disconnected from it.. like it wasn't my mom. I think that was one of the hardest things about this, and just knowing she isn't alive anymore.. I am so proud of everything that she taught me and that I was able to have to many memories with her. I am so thankful she was able to see me get married last year.
One of the next nights we went over to Jon's parents and we bought our plane tickets.. Jon decided to come to NY on the 3rd and I decided to go to NY on the 30th. I knew I needed to be there for my dad regardless if he actually needed me there, I knew I needed to be there for support or just to figure out plans.
We had a get together at the funeral home on Thursday and then the burial on Friday along with a social gathering celebration after.
On Thursday the gathering started at 5 and people started showing up before 5.. The Mayor of Schenectady was there as well as Paul Tonko and about half of the city council. Somehow I happened to be standing near the door so everyone talked to me first.. It was quite overwhelming and a few times I was holding back tears. So many people were there and they had so many lovely things to say about my mother.. She really inspired everyone.
It still doesn't feel real..
I have to get used to a bunch of changes.. next time I go to my parents house in New York.. It will be just my dads house..
While I was in New York, Jon and his family moved us in to the new apartment. They did a really wonderful job and I am so thankful they helped out.
On a slightly happier note here are a few pictures of the new apartment.
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| my desk area |
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| the kitchen<3 |
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| reading nook~ |
Sorry if I am not as happy or upbeat while writing my posts.. I am still trying to get through this..
I think this weekend I am going to make a bunch of my mothers recipes. (lemon bread or Blueberry cake or Strawberry muffins)
Appreciate the time you get with your loved ones. Take pictures and remember them. <3
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