Marshfield Visit

This weekend I had the opportunity to travel back to Marshfield to visit with friends and family.
I had a wonderful time.
I had lunch with Grandpa Sheahen and Pat. I even gave him a copy of this blog...from start to now.
I had it made into a hardcover book. I know he's never going to be able to go online and read this, so I thought I would bring it to him.
I don't think he made it though the first page before he started to cry...which was totally not my intention.
I felt bad, but he said he was happy I gave him such a beautiful gift. The bath robe and pj's though-he wasn't too sure about. :)
Also...

I went out with some friends from High School and ran into a lot of people. Of course, I had the occasional talks about my Dad.
Sad at times, but still nice to reminisce. Yes, I controlled my emotions and only got teary-eyed once throughout the course of the night.
I do appreciate all the hugs, thoughts, and kind words. Please continue to keep my Dad's memory alive.
At my Mom's we all had a nice cry at different times of the day on Christmas Day. I even had a nice chat with Carol (Dad's girlfriend) on the phone.

Of course, a visit to the cemetery was in order. Although, I was dreading this...I need to do it. Husband and kids in the car, we started up the path. Keep in mind, my baby was sleeping, and our oldest did not know what a cemetery is. We decided not to explain that yet. He's had to endure enough with this whole odeal. So, he thought we were looking at Christmas lights and Christmas flowers! (In the middle of the afternoon ;) Turning into the cemetery, I remembered when my Dad got litteraly stuck there on evening after visiting my Grandma Sheahen's gravesite. No Joke! I thought the same thing was going to happen to us! Here we are in our minivan slowly driving to his gravesite...hoping not to slide on the ice, or get stuck on the non plowed path-gotta love that!

Well, we made it! Only to discover that my Dad's spot was literally buried in the snow! And...Guess who forgot the shovel! So, I said a few prayers, wiped my tears, and called my brother and told him to get up here with a shovel. Dad would never have it that way!

That's about it.


Thanks again for the continued family and friends support.

Ken, (from my Dad's class) if you are reading this, thank you for the Christmas Card-it made my day!

Happy New Year! Hope all have safe travels.