6 Years…

I wrote this post last year about my dad. I just spent a few minutes updating it for you all to read again.  You all know that my dad was a very important person in my life and not a day goes by where I don’t think about him.  

What have you done over the past six years?

I have tried to raise two boys and now I have a third. I have gone grocery shopping. I cooked dinners. I attended weddings. I moved into a new house. I made and lost friends. I registered my middle son for kindergarten and shipped my older one there this past year. I have spent weeks at the beach. I went to the zoo. I started a blog. I fought with my husband and my friends. I bought a new car. I gained weight. I lost weight. I had a baby or two.  I celebrated holidays. I cleaned rooms. I moved forward.

They tell you that you will move forward. That your life will go on. Six years ago I never would have believed you. Six years ago my life changed forever. But you know what, life did go on. We did move forward. We did continue on with our lives. Never once forgetting. Never once taking life for granted. Never once not laughing or enjoying the funny things in life. We have laughed. We have cried. We have celebrated.

Six years ago today I lost my father to the most horrific and fastest moving forms of cancer. I never even knew stomach cancer existed until he was diagnosed with it. Four months later, he was gone. So little time.

Six years ago I witnessed someone moving on to another life. I witnessed death. I remember the phone call from my mom, telling us to get down to the house ASAP. I knew. I just knew it would be the last time that I would rush down there to visit with him.  Joey and I packed up what we needed for Ben {he was only 3 weeks old that day}.

But here we are six years later. We miss him every day but we have moved forward. We had too. We had to support each other. I had a husband, a child (now three), a sister and a mother. We had too. We could not stay stuck.

We miss him each and every day but I am thankful that we were able to move on together as a family. We are stronger than ever, never take each other for granted, but we are still here. Strong. Looking forward. The memories are painful but we choose to remember the good ones. Never the bad ones. Just remembering the greatest father on earth. My father.

We love you and miss you more and more as each day passes by. I still can’t believe it’s been six years. You would be so proud of us dad! I hate that you don’t get to see my boys. I hate that you missed seeing Joe Flacco win the Superbowl last year.  Mom and I joke about your silly comments every weekend when we listen or watch UD Football. I hate that you have missed so much. But I know somewhere you are watching over us catching it all. I just wish I could talk to you about it….




Thanks for letting me talk about my dad again…….

Here’s a quick post from yesterday. I actually gave a few updates on life with the three kids!  http://erintheirishmama.com/a-few-updates-hey-im-trying/


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  1. Erin, my heart goes out to you today. We lost my grandfather 15 years ago on Friday and still miss him so much. No matter how much you move on and you just never forget. I also remember so much including the phone call we got to go to hospital , because he took a turn for the worse and that he probably wouldn’t make it through the afternoon. There is so much I wish I could tell him and share with him, too. So, truly was shaking my head in agreement with a good portion of what you shared here. Huge hugs and please know I a truly thinking of you today more then ever.

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