Pop Pop > Cancer

Fu£k Cancer. No seriously…. F*CK CANCER. It’s just getting annoying at this point. Like a lingering guest that just won’t leave… just always there in the background. Everywhere you turn he’s just there. You can’t shake it no matter how hard you try.

I can’t count how many family members I’ve lost to cancer anymore it’s just too many and this week we lost another. Stephanie’s dad, (Pop Pop to the boys) succumbed to cancer of the esophagus, stomach, lungs, bone… f*ck it… cancer of the everything. He fought it at least seven years and the dude never complained. Well he complained about everything else, but never cancer.

He lived a pretty quiet life, he loved fishing and telling me how I could do a better job maintaining my pool. (He was right by the way, I was always so annoyed that every piece of advice he gave me on the pool turned out not only right, but 10x more efficient than the way I was doing it). He kept a pristine lawn and would be so pissed when I used to mow it at the old house and the lines weren’t the way he liked them. That was him, well to me it was. A father-in-law and annoying advice giver.

To Stephanie he was a dad and to the boys he was a grandparent. He was remarkably good with children for someone who you’d think wouldn’t have the patience to deal with them. He was calm… always calm with them even during temper tantrums and times when he couldn’t figure out how to use FaceTime. He visited when he could and when he was feeling up to it, he’d make the hour drive sometimes just to spend a few minutes with them and then take the long trip back home.

Oliver was just starting to say “Pop Pop” and Jax finally thought him how to FaceTime with the camera facing the right way. He spent his last days with my mother-in-law by his side and Stephanie holding his hand. Cancer had taken his smile and his terrible jokes… but he still held his daughter’s hand tightly until the very end. That’s what fathers do and he wouldn’t let cancer take that from him.

Stephanie received a card in the mail a day after he passed away. It was a birthday card that he had scribbled his name on a few days before he passed away to make sure she would get it in time in case he became too sick to to write his own name.

I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for Steph to have to read. Everyone always says that moms are the toughest people in the world and Mrs. Chronicles of a New Dad is no exception. She’s a trooper and an excellent example of how you can show sadness when you feel it, but be strong when you need to be too. I’m happy our sons have her as a role model.

You’ll be missed “Pop-Pop.” Keep an eye on the boys for us. 💔

PS: Everyone go call or text your dad/mom (or loved one) tonight and tell them you love them.

Parents on Tuesday

What do you do when you get home from work at 8:00 and your son is already in bed? Well, besides sneaking into his room to give him a quick kiss and to tell him you love him… Apparently you create photo gifts no one wants!

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And when all else fails you go to bed… FaceTime quote of the night: “Crap you guys are parents… In bed at 8:30?!!!  SMH!” -Vic

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The Godmother

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Big day yesterday for the little guy. Wrote a note to auntie Tricia and face-timed her to ask her to be his godmother. Couldn’t ask for a better set of godparents (Auntie Trich and Uncle Vinny). You two mean so much to us, you’re an amazing brother and sister and you’ll be great godparents. Thanks guys, we love you!

Gotta love the godparent tradition; “Hey we love you and you mean so much to us we want you to be part of our child’s life forever… And ohh yea, by the way, if we croak early could you take the kid in and rase him by any chance? Awesome, thanks!”

5.13.14 – FaceTime Fail

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First face time w the little nugget and the kid is passed out. Explain to me how you can sleep through the dogs going all Cujo on the mailman, mom’s FaceTime ringing and however many hundreds of soliciting phone calls that come through all day… Yet you wake up if I blink at at 1:30 AM?