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Getting through the holidays

Although I am kind of sidelined right now, I am more excited for Christmas than I was last year. Last year I didn’t always want to celebrate in ways that I would have with Patrick. I kind of made some BIG plans and they really helped me get through. But I know the things I did may not be feasible for everyone so I’m going to share what I did with some alternatives thrown in.

CHANGE IT UP

I started my escape from holidays on Father’s Day 2016. Mother’s Day came 18 days after Patrick died and it was really hard for me. So on Father’s Day I ran away. Really I took the girls and went to Universal Studios and Hollywood. I splurged a little on VIP passes but if you took a day trip it could be doable. If you can’t face the usual holiday activities, change it up a bit. Go somewhere you normally wouldn’t go. The novelty is distracting.

TAKE THE FAMILY SOMEWHERE NEW

On Thanksgiving I rented a place big enough for 30 people, filled it with his family and mine and we had a really good time. Going away together for a holiday was great. We all still missed him but we enjoyed being together and away from it all. We could have rented smaller houses or even hotel rooms. The point is, we were at a place where we would not be haunted by memories and we were together.

DON’T GIVE UP ON ALL OF YOUR TRADITIONS

Christmas was hard. We didn’t want to deviate too much from the norm. So, we did some of our usual activities. And they were made easier because the loss was acknowledged. The year before, Patrick had started a new tradition of buying a Christmas tree that was still tied up and “unfurling” it at home. We were happy to continue this tradition. And since he created it for us, it kind of felt like he was there! Luckily our first Christmas without Patrick happened to be the year that my family spends Christmas Eve at my sister’s house for one big sleepover. I was comforted by the familiar and didn’t wake up to a too empty house on Christmas morning. Christmas Day we also stuck with the Prandini tradition of gathering at a hall and enjoying raviolis together. I’ll admit, this one was hard. But I knew that everyone there was grieving, and not just for Patrick since we had also lost Barbara and Zio Angelo. Cathy ended up joining me there and that also helped.

IT’S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY

I don’t remember exactly what I did on New Year’s Eve but I think I stayed home and I really wanted to be alone. I wasn’t ready to see other people get kisses at midnight. I wasn’t moping and crying, I just didn’t subject myself to that.

DO WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU

My final advice is to just do what is best for you and your family. If you’re not the only one hurting you may occasionally have to make hard choices to accommodate everyone, but outside of that circle, don’t worry what others think. Everyone handles grief differently and there’s no right or wrong way.

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God knew we needed to be friends

Some friends are just meant to be in your life. Cathy (Stebles) Lamb has been my friend since 5th grade. We have had some really good times together. And in the last 19 months we have had some really bad times.

We met at Dry Creek Elementary in 1977. She had been there since kindergarten and I ended up there in fifth grade after a large boundary transfer. We met doing track and cross country there but really didn’t become good friends until Junior High. At Clark Intermediate, we met up with Latrese Johnson and Teresa Guajardo and we were close through high school. They were all better runners than me but I guess I kept up enough to get to know them all well as we logged hundreds of miles over the years.

Below – We met in 1977 and here we are in our track picture, side by side!

And here we are in 7th grade, 1979.

Below – Cathy leading the pack at Clovis High while I brought up the rear!

At Clovis High School our arrival began 4 years of Valley Championships. Cathy was one of the better runners on the team and I was usually there as the 6th or 7th runner, ready to step up if someone else had a bad day. Being on the team allowed us to spend a lot of time together and we had fun traveling to different meets. During high school Cathy and I dated two separate pairs of best friends, neither of which turned out to be our future husbands, lol.

Below- Various team pictures, always next to each other!

In college we lost touch somewhat initially but ended up living together for two years. She was by far the easiest roommate I had, which was a relief since I didn’t want rooming together to mess with our friendship. After that I moved out of town for three years while I started my short-lived teaching career. When I came back we stayed in touch fairly well until we both became moms within a few months of each other. She had Michael the month before Sierra was born. Matthew was born in between Sierra and Camille.

With Michael and Sierra

With Michael and Sierra

Above – Latrese, Cathy, and I, singing karaoke at our 15 year reunion.

As the kids grew up we both got busy with their activities. Since she had boys and I had girls our lives kind of went separate directions but we still kept in touch over the years. Four or five years ago, Mike told Cathy that we should really reconnect. He knew we were good friends and I think he must also have really good intuition, we needed to rekindle our close friendship.

Over the years Cathy had remained active and stayed in great shape. I had not. I wanted to lose weight and she committed to helping me. We began walking just about every night. Friends or not, that is a lot of time to give up! And, a lot of times she was running in the morning and walking with me in the evening!Over the next year or so I walked off 45 pounds and Cathy and I became really close again. The long walks gave us time to talk and we usually vented about our days or helped each other work through problems. I finally got to know her boys a little better and my girls started fighting over who loved Cathy more!

Below – A trip to the coast and a walk on the beach in May 2014.

Below – In 2015 at my nephew Dominic’s graduation.

On April 19, 2016 Cathy and I met at Mickey’s yogurt to enjoy some oatmeal cookie gelato (our favorite). We had no idea that our lives were about to change forever.

The next day, Cathy was one of the first people I texted. When my text appeared incoherent she called me and then left work and came straight to my house. For the first few weeks she was either asleep or at my house. She was mourning too but she was my constant companion, helping me in any way that she could. I honestly struggle to put into words exactly how good of a friend she is, but especially during my darkest days. She was my rock.

In the fall, she was with me and the rest of the family as we began going to court and sitting through that whole experience. On November 18th I had a clumsy fall and she went with me to urgent care the next day to make sure nothing was broken. Early that evening she called and said, “Denise just called and said I need to go to my parents house”. Initially I was confused because we both have sisters named Denise and my Denise regularly calls Cathy. I finally understood that the Highway Patrol had contacted her brother-in-law, a CHP officer, and told them that they needed to go to her parents house. She said she would call once she got there. I waited about 5 minutes and then decided I better head there too. She called when I was half way there, her voice broke as she said, “It’s not ok”. I told her I was almost there and she warned me that I would need to get past police cars. I had no idea what was going on. My heart was racing as I explained that I needed to be with my friend. Luckily they didn’t try to stop me. I saw her Mom through the window when I walked up to the door so I knew she was ok and it was clear that something had happened to her Dad, Ron. He was simply getting the mail and was hit by a speeding car while walking back across the street. Like Patrick, he died instantly.

The last 19 months have been rough. It was a cruel twist of fate that we both had to experience such sudden, tragic losses. But I think it was divine intervention that brought us together forty years ago. God knew we would need each other, and especially in 2016. I’m hoping there are no additional cruel surprises for us and I am forever thankful for my best friend. ❤️❤️❤️

Below – At the Cher concert in February 2017.

Above – At Camille’s graduation, May 2017.

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Floorball

Yesterday I was on Facebook and noticed the Fresno Floorball Club’s post about their league championship game last night. I saw that Hand of Doom was in the championship and I was pretty sure my nephew, Connor, played on that team. I texted him to confirm and while I was waiting I looked through photos.

Patrick started playing floorball many years ago, probably 10 or more. He usually played every Tuesday. He would come home sore and tired and tell me how awful he was. He did seem to enjoy it. I went and watched him a handful of times and then I just didn’t. It’s one of those things I wish I had done more.

After Patrick died I found a post on the floorball page talking about losing him and it was very touching. I also heard from multiple sources that he was a great teammate and they loved playing with him. In typical Patrick style, he had downplayed his value to the team.

As I was looking through the photos I came across the group shot from his Team championship. I noticed that it was posted on April 15th and I realized that it could very well be that last photo that was ever taken while he was alive. (I suspect there might be other last photos and hopefully I will never have to see them). I walked in to show Sierra and her eyes teared up. I had thought all along that the concert photos were the last pictures.

As I thought about it more I remembered that his birthday was on a Wednesday, which meant that the 15th would have fallen on a Friday. Floorball games were on Tuesdays. I searched more and finally determined that the picture was taken on the 12th and was not the last picture. Then I felt bad for making Sierra cry. I realized that it might have been more upsetting because I thought the last picture was of him and the girls. I mentioned this to her and she said, “No mom, the last picture is him standing there copying the Paul McCartney poster.” I remembered the photo and I’ve posted it on here before. Here it is again. I think if he had to choose a last photo, this might have been the one. 😂😂

I did end up going to the championship game. Patrick’s Team, Physiomotion, was playing for 3rd place when I arrived. I watched the end of their game and then said hello to a few of the guys. I didn’t know them that well but I was happy to meet them. Unfortunately Hand of Doom lost the championship but I was still glad I went. It’s always good to visit places where he spent time.

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A visit with Camille

This week I got to visit Camille for the first time since dropping her off. I took my mom to Elk Grove for minor surgery (it went well) and we got to take Camille to dinner and visit her dorm. I was so excited to see her and I could tell she was happy that we were there. As we sat next to each other at dinner she snuggled up against me. Still the strong, independent, college student but forever my baby girl.

I’m not sure if we ever went six weeks without seeing Sierra because she always had a car at school and came home frequently. We were excited to see her every single time. Patrick, Camille, and I would anxiously wait for her and check the door every time we thought it might be her. Our house would seem whole once she arrived.  One of the hardest parts of the day Patrick died, was being away from Sierra. When she finally arrived, hours later, the three of us hugged each other and sobbed. We really haven’t liked being apart since then.

Yesterday, Camille took the train home for her first visit, almost seven weeks after we dropped her off. She texted us multiple times during the trip and Sierra was also very excited. When we got to the train station I kept refreshing Find My Friends so that I could see her getting closer and closer. When the train finally pulled in, she texted that she had seen us. We looked across the crowd and when Sierra finally saw her, she handed her phone to me and ran to hug her. As they pulled apart they both wiped tears from their eyes. I am so happy that they love each other so much.

Camille is the same, yet different. She seems mature and confident and has been studying all day today. She has made a lot of friends and introduced me to a few when I visited. I know it hasn’t been easy for her to be away. She shared with me that one of the hardest parts is that no one knows about her Dad. This is always hard when you meet someone new. The fact that you’ve lost someone who was part of you is such a huge part of your identity but it’s not something you want to just blurt out. It’s always good when it comes up in conversations.

I can’t help but imagine what this weekend would be like if Patrick were still here. We both would have been so excited and happy to see her and we would have talked about how proud we are of both of the girls. It reminded me of the weekend Sierra surprised us. He had just finished a rough week and he was so happy to see her. We always agreed that it was so nice knowing the whole family was home. This weekend I’m experiencing that wonderful feeling of having both girls home. I just wish he was here too.

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Happy with brief sprinkles of grief

Most days I am generally happy. I am focused on school and usually have other things going on too. Grieving is kind of at a new stage. I don’t really cry but lately there have been surprisingly sharp bursts of grief.

A few days ago I pulled into my garage after working out and my eyes fixed on a few items hanging by the door. One of them is the red and white striped shirt he wore while doing yard work. There is also the goofy hat he liked to wear, his well-worn work boots, a rain suit for cycling and a number of other things. I just can’t bring myself to move them. So I sat in my car for a few minutes and it just sunk in a little bit more that he’s never coming home. I didn’t linger in the car for long but I wasn’t expecting the flood of emotions.

On Halloween I was baking Papa Murphys pizza. I had one stuffed crust and one thin crust. They bake at different temperatures for different lengths of time. Patrick had a formula worked out so that he cooked them together for part of the time. I felt that I really needed those instructions. I was sure he had texted them to me at some point so I decided to look through texts. Most of our text conversations were pretty mundane but there were lots of “I love you’s” interspersed with “get beer” or “get me a Diet Pepsi”.  Sometimes the mundane stuff is the most painful to remember. I made it through a few months worth of texts and just decided I would figure out the pizza on my own. I think it came out fine. I finally remembered just now that the instructions were in the notes on my phone. The “formula” was quite simple, bake both pizzas at 400 but start the stuffed crust 10 minutes prior to the regular crust. 

When I wrote the post about the jacuzzi I was looking for pictures of the original gazebo. I had the idea to look through sent mail and I found pictures that Patrick had sent to family when we first bought the house. I also found a treasure trove of other sent mail. Patrick and I shared an email address. He used it when he needed it but rarely checked it. Some of the emails are probably only funny if you know Patrick and the person he was emailing. Many of them, including the one below, are kind of offensive. I apologize if it offends anyone. I think his point was that it was a non-event. I find it hilarious that he actually sent an email about this!

I still have several years worth of sent emails to go through. I’m glad that there are still little surprises to find. Patrick’s humor continues to keep me smiling!

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I love my 80’s music!

I wrote the post about the happy Timehop memory and literally the next three days of Facebook memories were all about the arrest and arraignment. Maybe that memory was there to prepare me for the not so nice ones?

That’s what always happens. I’m going along thinking how good I’m doing and then all of the sudden I’m brought back to reality. Last night I went to a Halloween party with an 80’s cover band. This particular party has been thrown for years and I got the feeling that most of the crowd knew each other. The hostess is the lead singer in a band and I imagine the crowd was probably people who regularly went up her shows over the years. Being there reminded me of the days we used to go and listen to live bands. Particularly the Sleestacks, which was the band that included Patrick’s friend Joe Reinartz, his cousin Damian Prandini, and friends Mike Niehoff and Ron (Doc) Morse. I had a blast being a groupie and was sad when the group broke up!  Joe was in other bands over the years and they were all good but we had the most fun with the Sleestacks. 

So I was already feeling a bit melancholy and then “I’ll Melt With You” came on. This wasn’t a meaningful song for us but it just made me think of that time and miss Patrick a little more. When the lead singer announced that the next song was by The Cure I just knew what song it would be and sure enough, it was “Just Like Heaven”, OUR song. I cursed to myself and then looked up and there was Sierra, smiling and motioning for me to come dance. Of course, she knew.

The rest of the night I had a pretty good time and wasn’t sad. My friend Linda was also there and we enjoyed dancing to all the old 80’s songs! A year ago it would have been more sadness and less good time so there has definitely been progress. But I won’t pretend that I don’t still have moments when I get overwhelmed by memories. 

Having Sierra home is definitely helpful. Although we have discovered that we occasionally get annoyed with each other. The other day she was feeling sick and made a comment about how it was making her grumpy. I said something like, “Oh, that’s a temporary thing?” She immediately gave me a dirty look but then started laughing. It was exactly the kind of thing her Dad would have said so I reached up toward heaven for a high five. Sarcasm and laughter are important in this house and I’m determined to carry that forward!

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Timehop

Have you ever done the writing assignment where you take a random picture and write a story about it? This picture reminds me of that. To the casual observer it’s a pretty odd or random picture. I looked at it and thoughts just poured out of me.

I only recently downloaded the Timehop app. I regularly check Facebook’s “On This Day” feature to see what I posted. Timehop checks all of your social media and your camera roll. This was just a random picture and you might wonder why I even took it. 

Obviously the original focus was on the dog. My sister’s dog, Toby, has spent a lot of time here since she has had jobs that require her to travel. So I have a habit of sending her pictures when he’s being funny or cute. I saw the picture in my Timehop and started to scroll to the next picture before I noticed the rest of the picture.

I’m sitting on my bed with one leg stretched out. I clearly have some sort of issue with my foot. You might think it’s sweet or affectionate that Patrick is rubbing my foot. But, if you look at his hands you will see the hands of a Physical Therapist. He’s applying pressure and manipulating my foot. I don’t remember what was wrong, definitely something minor. He was probably just thrilled that he had to work on it, but he never said no. And, it wasn’t a tender foot rub I’m sure! Sometimes his therapy was painful, but he was very good and he always fixed whatever issue I had. 

Toby thought he would just make himself comfortable right in the middle of this! I’m sure I texted the picture to Denise to show her. And I usually don’t delete the Toby pictures so I managed to capture this random moment that has so much meaning to me!

This is what Love looks like! October 25, 2013 was a Friday. I’m sure Patrick had worked all week and was ready to relax. But he took a few minutes to take away my pain. He might have grumbled but he always took care of me. I know I drove him crazy at times but he was always right there. This captures so many moments of my marriage and I am so glad that crazy little dog made this possible!

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Intertwined

Eighteen months and 4 days later and I still have outstanding tasks on the death paperwork list. You never realize how intertwined your lives are. I receive electronic statements on every account that offers them so I really don’t see the constant reminders in the mail. Things like bank accounts needed to be changed because he had one in his name only. You change the things like auto insurance, AAA, and Costco because it saves money, at least in theory. A few things were only in my name because I handled all of the bills. However, we always seem to make the husband the primary account holder and when this is the case you sometimes have to close the account. 

Today I called PG&E and it took me two minutes to take his name off the account. Such a huge task that I waited so long to do. I usually prefer to make the calls when I’m alone. Not that I’m doing anything secret but it’s kind of a sad task and I just don’t want to subject anyone else to this. Sometimes that can’t be avoided, like the time we were checking out at PetSmart and they pulled up our Pet Perks account and verified that it was in Patrick’s name (so I had them change it right then).

I previously mentioned the fiasco with our Amazon Rewards credit card and the fiasco that happened when I closed that account. When I called to close it there was a $72 balance and I paid it over the phone. Somehow it ended up being a credit so they sent a check to “The Estate of Patrick teNyenhuis”. There is no estate because he had no will. So then you have to figure out what to do with the check. Luckily I asked my fellow widows and they said to just call and request a new check in my name. I finally did that today and it was as easy as they said. 

I’m sure Patrick would laugh that it is so much work to get his name off things. He would find something like that funny. He would make a comment about it being hard to get rid of him. He would probably want me to emulate him when I made the phone calls and harass the people for no particular reason but I can’t bring myself to do that. 

So now I’m down to only a handful of accounts. One is the home loan and they want copies of things, which is funny since the title is now in my name. One of my credit card companies once wanted paperwork to change my name. So, 24 years later, that credit card says Danell Boyles. Maybe I will get around to changing the home loan, or maybe not lol. Maybe I like having these outstanding items? I’m in no rush. No matter what, he will always be a part of me. 

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Beer and a soak

In the last 18 months there have been multiple times I have had people come by to get estimates or do various types of work in the house are yard. I always try to be careful and not announce that I am a widow. Most of the time it’s really difficult to avoid. They will start asking me questions about the type of motor or how old something is. I answer the questions that I can but there is always this awkwardness where I imagine them wondering why I know so little and inevitably I tell them. And I always feel on the verge of tears when I do. It’s just a combination of frustration that I don’t know what I’m doing and, of course, sadness because of the reason. 

Yesterday I called someone about having the jacuzzi removed. We probably haven’t used it in a year or more but I left it turned on, even though it was almost empty. I’m probably lucky it didn’t burn up or something. I knew I should deal with it but I just didn’t have the will to do it. I’m sure part of it was sentimental. 


When we moved in there was a gazebo in the corner of the yard. You can see it in the picture above. It was somewhat flimsy, I know there’s a name to describe the style but I never remember these things, Patrick would know… Anyway, our friend Dave Cruce was doing real estate and he had a seller who needed to get rid of a jacuzzi. We paid to have it craned in and it was ours. Dave’s fee was lifetime use of the jacuzzi, swimsuits optional. 🤣 Thank god Shelly keeps him in line and he never took advantage of that privilege! Patrick planned the ultimate jacuzzi hideaway and enlisted our brother-in-law, Jeff Young, to build a roof on top of the gazebo structure. This required four large logs as support. Multiple relatives were enlisted to lay concrete, get the electricity ready and build the roof. When it was done the term gazebo was no longer worthy. The new structure was a cross between the Parthenon and a gazebo so we called it a Parthebo! 

When it was finished it became one of Patrick’s favorite places to wind down. Joe Reinartz (his “only” friend), had an old TV that he put out there. It was never hooked up to the satellite but he would watch whatever he could find on network TV. The girls and I used it occasionally and it got a lot of use during parties, but he used it the most. I couldn’t find a picture with him using it so here’s one from a party. 


He liked to invite his brothers and mine, cousins, and friends over for “a soak”. He didn’t even mention the beer, that was a given. Eventually he decided to give them a standing invitation to come over on the first Friday of each month. He loved First Fridays. I’m sure there were many corny jokes told and memories shared. For the first year after he died we had First Friday get togethers for family and friends and we will probably have more so that we can continue his tradition. 

Patrick had been talking for some time about getting rid of the jacuzzi. He and Matt had decided they could cut it up with chainsaws and move it out in pieces. He always joked that he was going to turn the Parthebo into a small apartment and he would move there when “Danell gets sick of me”. As if that would have ever happened!

I debated keeping the jacuzzi but realistically I need less complicated things to take care of! So I called the guy and he looked at it and said he could have it out in about 30 minutes. Patrick would have been amazed that two guys took it out with no chainsaws and only one furniture dolly! So, another chapter closes and I have one less thing to worry about but a lot of great memories! 

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One half of a whole

As I walked my dog a few days ago, I found myself checking my left hand for my ring. I’m sure many of you do the same thing. I wore that ring for 26 years or so and I’m not sure how long it will take to get used to not wearing it. My first thought was maybe I should just put it back on? And I imagined how comfortable and reassuring it would feel. But I realize that it is not the ring I am missing. I miss being one half of a whole. I miss my other half and I miss everything that he meant.

I try not to be a helpless female. I want to be independent and handle things myself. But there are just so many decisions to make and things to do. Perhaps if I had been single all this time I would be more accustomed to finding someone to fix the fence or clean the solar panels. The funny thing is, I know that all I need to do is pick up the phone and make a few calls. Really it’s more of just a mental block, that and just the fact that I know I would not have to worry about it if Patrick were around. And it’s another thing I was blissfully unaware of when he was.

I’ve kind of been in a funk. And yeah, it may have something to do with the whole dating thing! LOL I really do not like doing this. And I don’t really want to write about it but it IS a big part of my story. So I’ll give you the watered down version. I don’t want to be like Taylor Swift and write about every ex…WAIT! Maybe I do! Just kidding! There may be guys out there who, like me, are single despite being capable of being in a relationship. Maybe they are also widowed, or truly never met the right person. But I suspect a lot of them have issues that make relationships difficult. I kind of dated a guy for a few weeks. I say “kind of” because I only really saw him twice. I’m truly not sure of what the issue was but he just could not seem to find room in his life to date. I think he wanted to and he seemed to be interested but he was so used to being alone that he just couldn’t figure out how to share his time. I was convinced that I was going to use my years of experience and teach him how to make it work. And I actually experienced quite a bit of frustration when plans were canceled or never made. We agreed mutually that it wasn’t going to work out.

I’ve talked to a few other guys casually and a few nights ago I realized that I was already thinking of how I was going to “fix” a guy to get used to finding time to date someone. I’m sure this has a lot to do with my counseling courses but either way I need to stop it now. At this age I’m not going to change someone so I just need to be patient and find someone who doesn’t need to be changed. 

And now I’m sick with my usual sinus thing that will probably turn into bronchitis. And I hate being sick because it interferes with working out. But it has made me realize that there is no reason to rush this dating thing. If the right person is out there, it will happen. So I’m taking some NyQuil and trying to get some rest!