I know I promised silly, funny stuff, but that's just not how I'm feeling this week. My grandfather passed away Tuesday morning after a very long illness. He and I were fairly close, and I'm feeling things I haven't felt in a very long time. Mostly helplessness, because grief is not something you can turn off. It seems ... odd, to have an internet tribute to a man who pretty much never used it, so I'll leave it at this: Joseph Petrozziello was a great man who taught me many things. Most of all, he showed me the value of hard work, determination, and what it means to have a great family. He was a man who came all the way to Philadelphia for my wedding this August, even though he was very sick, had a glass of wine and introduced himself to every person there. He was a man who greatly loved dogs, and most of the pictures I have of him are sitting with them. A man who wrote me long letters in beautiful penmanship. Although I feel I knew him well, there is so much more I would've loved to learn. I guess everyone wishes they had spent more time with a loved one who has passed. I have lost three grandparents and a close friend, and that is the feeling that comes up the most. The wish for more time, or that I had done more with the time I had.
So, sorry for the downer post. I guess I just had to put these feelings somewhere that doesn't involve crying while hugging the dog. I promise I will soon get back to writing about the usual, such as what I'm currently failing at cooking or embarrassing childhood stories (oh so many). But for right now, I need to deal with this.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Failure to Communicate.
First blog post, and some background information. I met the husband in Savannah, GA, and we moved to Philadelphia in 2006, along with dog and cat. All were disgruntled with the move, mostly cat and me. All we had were two small cars and whatever we could carry in them. I wish I still had the pictures of cat in his hot pink leopard print leash and harness sitting in the grass in front of a sign that said "Welcome to Delaware", looking pissed as usual. Out of frame, there sat me, holding the leash, looking just as angry. I grew up in NJ, so moving to Philly from Georgia seemed like backtracking, when all I wanted to do was see new and exciting places. Seeing how rough this was on me (and less importantly to him, the cat), we made a deal - leave Philly in 3 years, max. How excited I was when this was agreed upon, sitting in our apartment in the northeast that no one would come to because it was too far from the city. And then we moved to West Philly.
For all those that have never lived in Philly, it is a trap. Coming from Savannah, a fairly transient town, we weren't used to what real friends could be like, with the exception of 2 wonderful people. As much as I dislike this city in general, I have met better friends than I have ever had here (as well as better food). As many times as I've wished I could be far, far away from the city itself, I have never wanted to leave these friends. It has been nearly 6 years we've been here, and never once have I mentioned the 3 year rule, because we've stumbled on something great, if accidentally. A "small" city (compared to NYC) with amazing people, great food, and unparalleled music.
So if anyone has bothered to read this boring post with no pictures, thanks. This blog will hopefully be mostly about silly, funny things. It will also touch on the other important things in my life, such as my husband, cat, dog, knitting, and of course, food.
For all those that have never lived in Philly, it is a trap. Coming from Savannah, a fairly transient town, we weren't used to what real friends could be like, with the exception of 2 wonderful people. As much as I dislike this city in general, I have met better friends than I have ever had here (as well as better food). As many times as I've wished I could be far, far away from the city itself, I have never wanted to leave these friends. It has been nearly 6 years we've been here, and never once have I mentioned the 3 year rule, because we've stumbled on something great, if accidentally. A "small" city (compared to NYC) with amazing people, great food, and unparalleled music.
So if anyone has bothered to read this boring post with no pictures, thanks. This blog will hopefully be mostly about silly, funny things. It will also touch on the other important things in my life, such as my husband, cat, dog, knitting, and of course, food.
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