____________________________ A meeting place for the FRIAMILY of Joanne Daquano _____________________________
We're back.
Safe and sound.
We arrived at 12:30 p.m. on Monday Sept 25. The first day of the rest of our lives.
On all eight feet.
Before we opened the door to the van and got out, I told my three precious children that they are the only three things on this earth that truly belong to me. I have to share them, and it will be hard. I will make mistakes, but I am going to be the best Dad I can be. I told them once again how proud I was of them, and told them for the gazillionth time how much I love them.
(Can you ever really say it enough?)Once we had unpacked and put dirty clothes where they are
supposed to be, I had an opportunity to catch up on some mail. Not ten minutes into this exercise did Darcy come downstairs and announce that she would like to shave her legs and could she please use Dylan's razor. Thanks Darcy. Couldn't even wait twenty four hours before making me help her grow up and be a woman! Oh the joy.
(I did buy her own razor and cream when I went shopping last evening, so she's good to go.)The kids all jumped right back into their lives last night. They met up with all their important friends after school. The joy in their faces was proof enough for me that they're okay. They all did the things they love the most; Dylan went to a concert, Dean had a hockey practice and Darcy had dance. All eight feet were dancing last night. Dancing to the music of life. Our crazy, wonderfully busy life.
I'm not as fine as I thought I was going to be. My heart is aching so much more now than I expected.
But with the knowledge of the support we have with our Friamily, I know I'll be okay.
Ian Thomas says "Time is the Healer". Absolutely.
And now, I pass our lives back into our own private world. I have tried to use words to help me understand this, this ..... disaster? Process? Significant Emotional Event. I will no longer use the blog. I have email, I have a land line and a cell phone and we are alive and well in our home. Please write, call or visit.
Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for the unbelievable comradeship, support and sharing you have done with us.
May our Angel Rest in Peace and guide our weary souls to joy.
I Love You Joanne.
SYLYM