I have a special place in my heart (no pun intended) for this event as I honor my grandma, who passed away many years ago after suffering from heart disease for as long as I can remember.  She died my junior year of high school. 

Grandma moved in with our family when I was in elementary school.  Her health had declined so much she couldn’t live on her own any longer.  By trade she was a seamstress who specialized in draperies, but she would often make many of my play clothes and would even make matching clothes for my Barbie dolls! One of her many other talents was cooking. She was a phenomenal cook who made the best dinners and desserts I can remember. These were true meat-n-potatoe dishes with homemade breads, pop overs, brownies, and cakes.  I am thankful to still have many of her recipes which unfortunately  rarely gets used these days. It was all simple food, but gosh was it delicious.

Here’s one of the few  pictures I have of grandma and me. 

If you would like to support me in the American Heart Walk, you can do so by donating through my Heart Walk webpage.  The walk is the first weekend in October. It’s only a 5k so I think I can handle that.   The American Heart Association raises funds to not only fight heart disease but stroke, too. My mother has already suffered three strokes in the past 9 years and miracously, she recovered from all of them with no long term effects.  I know that times are tough right now and there are many charities in need of money.  I am grateful for anything you can do.

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Shawnie 1990 - 2009

If there was ever the “sweetest cat ever” – that title went to Shawnie.  She constantly purred and loved sitting in laps.  She was never sickly and lived a very long, happy life.  Nineteen years is a pretty  long time – we were lucky to have her for so long.

My mom is obviously taking it very hard.  For the past five years or so Shawnie has been at moms side – sleeping next to or on top of her every night.  I last saw Shawnie yesterday and it was obvious her time was coming. She looked awful and was having a hard time walking. I’m glad I got to say good-bye yesterday.  She is in a good place now.

Shawnie & Mikita sharing dinner

It’s been more than 18 years since he passed away. He died of kidney cancer the day after my birthday in 1990 at age 57.  Now, as I get older, it seems like he died at such a young age.  He went downhill so fast in the three months it took for the cancer to take over his body. He was diagnosed in June and died September 9.

His name was Joseph, but everyone called him Jake.  He served in the U.S. Air Force for 20 years and was gone most of my younger years. Towards the end of his service he was stationed at Eglin Air Force Base in the panhandle and would come home on weekends every other week. I remember standing at the window screaming and crying as he left to go back each Sunday.

Look how happy I am!

We were a pretty typical, middle-class family. My dad and I were very close, whereas my mom and brother were very close.  When dad finally got out of the military he went to work at Winter Park Telephone Company and returned to night school to continue his education. We lived in many different houses during my childhood located in either Winter Park or Lockhart.  I remember we used to all look forward to Friday nights, because dad would stop at Taco Tico on Lee Road and pick up a bag full of $.25 tacos and we’d gorge on tacos for dinner. (that might explain my weight issues.)

As I grew older and got my driver’s license, my dad came to my rescue several times when I stupidly locked my keys in the car. He would show up with a spare key and never complain about it. God bless him because I would have been really mad if I had to get up and go out after working all day.

Taken at a shop at the Village at Lake Buena Vista, now known as Downtown Disney.

We spent many a vacation at Disney World.  We’d stay at the Contemporary or the Polynesian where we had a blast in the pools!  One day at the Magic Kingdom at the Diamond Horseshoe Revue dad was pulled up on stage by one of the can-can girls and got so embarrassed, but you just know he was loving every minute of  it.  He loved to flirt with beautiful girls in a shy, bashful manner,  never was it demeaning or embarrassing to my mom.

When we didn’t vacation at Disney, we went to Daytona Beach.  Dad, with his Polish connections, knew a motelier in Daytona Beach Shores and we’d always stay at their place.  It was a big family vacation, with us, my grandmother, my uncle, aunt and my four cousins.  Dad would dive into the ocean and bring up conch shells for us kids.  Later in the day, it was a ritual for the men to bring out their fishing lines and do some shore fishing.  I honestly don’t recall them ever catching anything.

Randie, Dad, me and my brother Johnny

I graduated from Rollins College in May 1990.  This is one of the last pictures of Dad where he looks healthy.  It was about 3 weeks after this photo was taken that he want to the eye doctor complaining of vision problems. At first they just diagnosed it as “old age” and gave him new glasses.  A couple weeks later he still had the same problem so they sent him to a optical neurologist who eventually found 4 small tumors on his brain.  More tests revealed those were just the begining of tumor world as more were found all over his body as a result of kidney cancer.

Me, Uncle Al, and Dad - August 1990

Today is not an anniversary of any sort – there were just too many incidents that popped up in the past few days that made me think of him.  In today’s Orlando Sentinel there is a story about Danica Patrick and how her dad taught her about the importance of a firm handshake. So did my dad!  He always said he never trusted anyone with a wimp handshake. Then on the radio yesterday the Monsters on Real Radio were talking about the 25-cent tacos at Taco Tico. And to top it off, my mom mentioning that I inherited my headaches from my dad.

He definitely died too young. I miss him terribly. His funerals was so crowded they had to open up a new room at the funeral home to allow everyone in to say their good-byes.  If you are fortunate enough to still have your dad around – call him up today and tell him how much you love him.