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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Finish the Sentence Friday – Week #8

It’s Friday, so you know what that means. It’s time for the Finish the Sentence Friday Blog Hop hosted by

Finish the Sentence Friday


This Week’s Sentence: ”Speaking from experience, I’m going to give you a little advice on…”

Speaking from experience, I’m going to give you a little advice about protecting your skin from skin cancer! I know, I know, I have talked about this so many times, but this is something that I am truly passionate about. I grew up getting sunburns every weekend at the beach. What did we do with those sunburns? We threw a little Noxzema or aloe on it and cried in pain. Two days later we were back on the beach sunning again.  

Well here I am at 36 years old and I have already had a melanoma, several basal cell carcinomas, tons of pre-canceroua and suspicious moles removed. I have also had MOHS done several times. It’s not fun. I am one walking scar.  My body has scars every where because of the sun. I have scars on my forehead, my arm, my legs, my back, my stomach. You name it, there’s a scar somewhere from some kind of mole removal. My arm is the worst spot. I had two major ones right next to one another.

So of course I am going to give you advice on skincare. WEAR SUNSCREEN EVERYDAY. Yes, this may seem annoying or excessive but you need to do it. Especially on your face (even in the winter). If I am not going to be outside for more than 10 minutes I will use a moisturizer with SPF in it. But if there is going to be any extended amount of time in the sun I will put on a true sunscreen! If I am wearing short sleeves, you can bet that my arms are going to smell like sunscreen! 
I make my kids wear it and heck, I have even gotten my husband to put it on at the beach now. I have had way too many scares over the last 20 years to not go without it. 
My little slice of heaven
Yes, I went through a phase after a few surgeries where I thought I could still sit in the sun. I got burnt and I regret it deeply.  So this summer, when we spend our week at the beach in Avalon, NJ, I will be the one with the hat, two umbrellas and bottle of sunscreen running around making sure everyone is covered up! 
Thanks…. stepping off my soapbox now!
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Five Years……..

What have you done over the past five years?

I have tried to raise two boys. I have gone grocery shopping. I have cooked dinners. I have attended weddings. I have moved into a new house. I have made friends. I have registered my son for kindergarten. I have spent a week at the beach. I have gone to the zoo. I have started a blog. I have fought with my husband and my friends. I have bought a new car. I have gained weight. I have lost weight. I have celebrated holidays. I have gone on Easter Egg hunts. I have cleaned rooms. I have moved forward.

They tell you that you will move forward. That your life will go on. Five years ago I never would have believed you. Five 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.

Five 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.

Five 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.

But here we are five 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 two), 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 (okay sometimes we do), 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 five 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. 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…….

National Cancer Day

Today is National Cancer Day. 
I am standing up for my dad, Michael “Mike” McGarry. It has almost been 5 years since we lost him to stomach cancer and not a day goes by that I don’t think about him.  He only survived 4 short months after getting his diagnosis and I know that he hung on to meet my little baby Benjamin. He died 3 weeks after Ben’s birth. I want to thank all of those who stand up to cancer and fight this horrible disease. We are losing way too many people (young and old) and I can’t take it anymore. So let’s all stand up and support http://www.standup2cancer.org/
Love and Miss you dad!
XOXO