It’s been one year since my last blog post, and I feel lost on what to write. I could write about how I’ve been working more hours at the day job than in the last seven years. How the granddaughter is now one and a half years old, or the youngest daughter is eight. Brag how the oldest daughter has been working three jobs to provide for her and the granddaughter. This year my wife and I went to Las Vegas for the first time to hang with our 20-year-old daughter while she performed as a professional wrestler. We also took a trip to Orlando, Florida, to celebrate the youngest turning eight, and my wife and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary! So I’m going to start writing and see where it goes.
Recently I’ve been sharing the story of our wedding day. Unfortunately, it was far from a perfect day with horrible weather and a DJ that didn’t show up until midnight. The cool thing about it all is we are still married and have this tragic story! I wouldn’t change anything about that day.
As it was time to start our wedding ceremony in the Catholic Church, the sky turned green, and people came in off the street to take shelter in the church basement. When the wedding party joined me, a door to my side slammed and shattered the glass. Was this a sign of running? The thought of running didn’t cross my mind until after thinking about it years after being married. The stormy weather knocked out the power at the reception hall and caused the beer to be warm. As it was time for the DJ to be there, I was on the phone asking the DJ company when they would be there. Finally, the DJ showed up at midnight, but my aunt suggested not to enter the building.
The day after, we spent it getting to know the neighbors in the downstairs apartment. That was our honeymoon as I went back to work that Monday. I will also mention I was late for my bachelor party as I worked a 14-hour day and got to the party around 11 o’clock, the Friday before the wedding. Little did we know I’d find a job even worse for working more hours and missing out on family functions.
My oldest two daughters give me crap all the time about how all I did was work when they were young. Although, in my defense, I thought that was my role as a father. I always tried to say no to work if there was a funeral to attend, but I still worked over going to family members’ weddings. It wasn’t until years later I realized the father needed to do more than bring home the bacon. So when we took in my cousin’s oldest boy, I stayed on the evening shift to help care for the family. I missed out on hours, but I felt it necessary to keep our family and marriage together. Shortly after taking care of the cousin’s son, we took in our niece, who a year later became our daughter. I can remember on the third day we had her, I texted my wife to let her know I loved this little girl. I don’t know where my family or marriage would be without having Katy in our life, but I know it’s beautiful with her. Damn, it’s hard for me to keep a dry eye when talking about her. There is more to the story of how we came to be her parents, but we are protective of the story.
I will end this blog entry there as I’m full of emotion now and need to finish writing. I’m very thankful and blessed for the path God has given me. I hope you all feel the same about your journey. Share your love and be kind to others. God Bless