Wrapping up 2013...

This last part of 2013 has been a bit of a fog.  Losing my Papa was of course an extremely hard hit and I’m working on resurfacing and readjusting to life without him.  It’s a bit of a struggle with my grandma, but we’re figuring it out day by day.

So now that I’m emerging again, I wanted to capture the last bit of 2013 before it’s time for the entire year wrap up!  There was my last race of the year in there, Christmas, more crafts and vacation.

Let’s start with the race.  I signed up at the last minute for the Stache Dash.  D and Holly were doing it and I thought it would be a nice workout and the price was quite low.  Plus it supports a good cause – Movember.  Our team was called Selleck Envy and D made fabulous T-shirts for us and got us mustache tattoos.  Here are the pre-race shots:

When we arrived it was a small set up in Costa Mesa at Fairview Park.  I’m finding I enjoy these little community 5K’s almost as much as the obstacle courses.  The people are super friendly and the Movember Organization really went all out!  The race opened with this guy playing the National Anthem Jimi Hendrix style!  So rad!!!

 Then we were off.  I actually jogged longer than I usually do since we were so smooshed at the beginning.  I had my iPod and was listening to Dropkick Murphys to keep my Irish Punk pace.  I fell into my power walk stride and off I went.  The course was nice.  I mean it’s Fairview Park.  You can’t really go wrong.  It was a beautiful warm sunny day and I loved the whole thing.  

 I finished in 37 minutes.  That’s right kids – I walk fast!  I also found out later I was only 2 minutes behind D and Holly.  As I made my way to the bananas and water Shane popped up.  He arrived later to cheer us on.  So rad!    We took our post-race pics:

Then I wandered around and got all my free goodies.  Much more than the last few obstacle courses by the way!  They had a mustache contest which was hilarious and then wrapped things up. 

 I would totally do this one again!



Next up is my Reindeer Wine Cork Craft.  Julie has yet to make a craft night so I asked if she just wanted to make a plan and do our own.  We did just that.  It was a lovely afternoon with her and the kids.  She had it all set up in her living room and her man manages a restaurant so he supplied us with more than enough corks.  We had some nice one on one convo and one of her kiddies wanted to help me out.

We found a few different ways to make these so we both tried different ones.  I was really happy with how they turned out! 

The next craft was the Ornament Night my mom had planned.  Of course everything had gotten a bit out of whack after everything that happened but one night mom was determined to do something fun so we went at it.  She had got glass ornaments, stickers, and glitter.  Julie had told me about the crayon melting one so we got crayons as well.  The glitter wasn’t the right glitter so those ornaments didn’t turn out too well.  The crayon ones were rad.  You cut off a couple of pieces of crayon – no more than two colors we found out works best – and drop them in the ornaments.  Then you blow dry them.  I found tongs works best as not to burn yourself and the easiest to move the ornament around as they melt.  It was a bit of a challenge but I really like the way they turned out!

We did have Thanksgiving.  I won’t go too much into it because it wasn’t that great.  It was so soon after Papa passed, and there was a lot of family drama going on.  Sadly we have found out that we have some greedy family members that don’t give a fuck and it’s breaking our hearts.  But, mom pulled together and made a turkey and we had a very odd uncomfortable lunch at gramma’s.  Afterwards, Shane, D, myself and D’s dad who was in town headed over to my dad’s house.  He and Lori made steak and had wine so it was a nice change and vent session that evening.

Christmas though was awesome!  We weren’t quite sure what we were going to do, but after some discussion thought it best to get gramma out of the house.  Since mom is having some issues with the folks living with her right now, she didn’t decorate.  My place is too small so I asked Shane/D to host which they did.  D had a really cool silver tree and nice set up.  We did a serve yourself brunch and Terri joined us as well.  It was so nice and so mellow and so great to all be together!  Dad and Lori came and we all exchanged gifts.  Shane and D made some amazing presents and one of mine was this wine rack!  D etched the glasses as well with my initials.  

Terri made me a Mandala which set me into tears, and Shane and D also made me coasters with pictures of Papa that made me cry.  

 Dad brought me out of the emotional presies with my new hot pink lava lamp!!!!  I’ve always wanted one!  
I made a few crafts myself:

 Gramma made it till the afternoon then mom took her home.  Dad, Lori, Shane, D, Terri and I then played Christmas Trivia and the Heads Up phone game that had us laughing in hysterics.  Below is one of the best videos ever!

 Christmas was just perfect this year.  I’m so happy we pulled together and even though it was of course emotional at times we had a lovely time.

There was also a baby shower in there.  My friend Charis up in Whitter.  It was a really sweet shower and one of the things we did I thought was so cute, was we each got a letter and had to draw or write things that started with that letter.  The sister is then going to make an alphabet book with it!
I got U:

 The view from the gal's house was spectacular and I got a shot of Charis and another mama to be!

One last mention, my friend Susan and I chose a night and walked my neighborhood to look at lights.  We wanted to hit Pine Street of course which always goes all out.  So she showed up, we filled a water bottle full of wine and had an evening full of laughs and beautiful lights! 

 I’m looking forward to NYE this year since I was just unpacking alone last year.  I plan on going to a friend’s house.  I also may do this Surf City Splash event that sounds like a hoot on New Year’s Day. 

My next blog will probably be next year!  Happy New Year my readers!!!

Goodbye Papa...

Yesterday on Thursday December 5^th, 2013 we laid my grandpa to rest.  His service was held at Fairhaven Cemetery in Santa Ana in the Waverley Chapel. 

Let me begin by telling you what kind of a man my Papa was. 

He was born in 1915 in Indiana and grew up poor as most did in those times.  His parents, he and his sister eventually moved out here in SoCal.  He met my grandma at a dance in Laguna Beach and they married shortly after.  My grandma had troubles getting pregnant so they adopted my Aunt Diane.  2 years later the pregnancy became a reality and my mom was born. 

Papa worked a bunch of different jobs but landed on the Santa Ana Fire Department and proudly worked there for 34 years.  He was feared and respected by all.  There was the Fireman’s Way and then there was Woody’s Way.  Not many argued with him and those who did were always met with what a stubborn ornery man he was.  Stories from the Fire Department range from him putting a man’s cigar out in his potato salad when he wouldn’t put it out after Papa told him, to him folding a man up like a taco in his mattress and throwing him down the pole 2 stories because he wouldn’t get out of bed.  The fireman wore boots with smooth soles until Papa fought to have them changed to serrated so his men wouldn’t slip.  He was so proud of his job and his men and it showed in his work ethic and how the men looked up to him.  I remember growing up, I would be chatting with a fireman and mention that Woody Woodyard was my Papa.  This would be followed by a smile and reaction then usually a story of something he did. 

My Papa was a builder.  He would fix absolutely anything.  He loved to work with his hands.  He made birdhouses for my mom that she then painted and sold in boutiques.  He built all sorts of random stands and chairs and contraptions for around the house.  He painted his house a few times, once when he was 93!  He is most known for building the house that our family vacationed at for many years out in Joshua Tree.  No plans mind you.  Just him and his buddy Ralph.  The only oops was that they built the house around the furniture and when it came time for us to sell it, let’s just say getting that furniture out was a comedy routine. 

He and my grandma were part of a camping group called The Alpine Andy Group.  They went camping once a month for years.  Sometimes me and my friend Amy who was the granddaughter of another couple and dear friends of my grandparents would go and camp with them.  One time they, with a few other married friends of theirs took 6 weeks off and drove across the United States in their RV’s.  Papa loved to fish and was weirdly good at it.  He could catch anything.  He taught my brother everything he knows about fishing.

He loved my grandma more than I have ever seen one person love another.  They were married for 75 years.  He loved his family more than anything and did everything for us.  His love was pure and honest and fierce. 

He was one of the strongest people I have known.  Physically and mentally.  The man never complained.  Never had a headache.  He raised my mom and Diane then Shane and I with the “Rub some dirt on it and you’ll be fine” mentality. 

I loved our camping trips the most.  Papa and grandma would be in the RV and mom, Shane and I would have our tent right outside.  Papa would always string up the plastic kitty lights around the awning for me then smack his head continuously on them cursing every time.  We played cards for hours.  Uno, poker, gin, kings corner, go fish.  We would go on long walks and usually fall behind because he would walk so fast. 

When I was a kid he told me a cow licked his hair off and that’s why he was bald.  I believed him until I was twelve.  When confronted again about it now once I was old enough to know a BS story when I heard one, that twinkle in his eye would sparkle and he would stick to his story.  He was famous for his one liners.  His delivery was perfection.  Usually in the middle of a conversation we didn’t think he was paying attention too he would slyly hit us with the perfect one liner.  Every damn time.  Always followed by that famous twinkle.  

There were only two times I remember my Papa getting seriously mad.  One time was when my friend Susan and I had wandered off in the desert on a walk and lost track of time.  When we turned around to go back there was my Papa, pulling up in his car.  He got out and screamed at us for wandering off in the dark.  Susan and I will never forget that.  The 2nd time was soon after my divorce and the ex's name was brought up.  Papa snapped that he hoped he never ran into him because he would be sorry.  Then he muttered something about his gun collection.  I'm not going to lie...there was a little part of me that wanted to see what he would actually do.  But in life my Papa was not an angry man.  Stubborn yes.  Onrey yes.  But his soul was gentle and he loved so many and so much.  He loved to laugh.  He loved to prank and joke.  He loved to work.  And man did he love us.

3 years ago my Papa’s health started to falter.  He started to shuffle his feet and needed help getting up.  He did not take this well at all.  When his driving privileges were taken away because he had had one too many small strokes I didn't think he would ever forgive that Doctor.  After some time he accepted it but his health kept going downhill.  He started to use a cane, then a walker, none of these did he accept at first.  He would NEVER let us put him in a wheelchair.  We eventually had to bring in 24 hour care for both of them and last year in November hospice was brought in.  We ended up with Noelle – the most amazing caregiver I have ever seen.  For the 1^st few months Noelle would put on a belt and hoist Papa into a wheelchair and wheel him around outside.  Eventually though my Papa became bed bound and his mind started to go.

This was probably the hardest part of it all.  Watching my Papa decline so slowly.  He was stubborn in his life and stubborn until then end.  When I would visit I would share stories and try to get him to remember the past and things he loved but it got harder and harder. A few months ago I leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye, a day of not much sense being made in our talks.  He cupped my face in his hands and stared at me.  “What is it Papa?” I asked.  “I love you so much my sweet girl,” he said.  My eyes filled up with tears as I tried so hard to fight them back.  I never wanted Papa to see me cry.  “You are beautiful and perfect.” He said.  I smiled and kissed him again.  When I turned away the tears fell and I high tailed it out the door.

Most of our talks after that didn’t make much sense.  Once in a while I would get him for a moment or two and we connected but then he would be gone again.  Dementia is an evil evil disease.  Almost every time I left there I would cry all the way home.

He loved to hold my hand when I visited.  This was the last photo I took of my Papa:

The Thursday before he passed my Papa took a bad turn.  We thought we were going to lose him.  But when I came by he had improved.  That Saturday night I didn’t sleep well.  I had nightmares and for the 1^st time in a long time I woke up depressed.  I didn’t want to get out of bed.  But grandma had wanted a Pumpkin Spice Latte and I needed to get up and get over there.  I was just so sad.  I decided to pull a random act of kindness at Starbucks and pay for the people behind me to lift my spirits.  The drive thru kid was in such awe he gave me a free blueberry muffin, warmed, as a thank you for being so nice.  I was excited to share this story with my grandparents.  I walked into my grandparents’ house with a latte in each hand and the muffin bag in my mouth on November 24^th, 2013.  I shouted a muffled hello.  My grandma and her caregiver were coming in from the back and I looked at Papa.  He was on his side with a washcloth on his head.  Eyes closed.  He didn’t look good.  “Hello!” I shouted again as I crossed into the kitchen.  Joel (Papa’s caregiver) was outside on the phone and did not look happy.  I set one latte down and took the muffin bag out of my mouth.  Papa then rolled over and the oddest exhale came out of his body.  I stood there frozen staring at him because it was the oddest sound.  He looked dead.  My heart dropped, but he has looked this bad before.  Grandma was set down and just as I was about to walk over Joel burst in furious and telling me they had too many blankets on him.  He had a fever he was trying to get down.  He put a cool washcloth on him and had bathed him and put a light blanket on.  He turned and walked over to Papa.  He touched him, leaned into him, but his hand on his chest then turned to me and said “He’s gone.”

I will never forget that as long as I live.  My heart dropped.  “What!” I shouted.  I slammed the latte down I was still in shock holding and grabbed my phone out of my purse.  “Do I call 911?!  What do I do?!”  Joel shook his head and started to take his blood pressure.  I started pacing back and forth in the kitchen.  Pauline (Gramma’s caregiver) came in with another machine asking Joel if it would work better.  I called my mom.  All I said when she answered was “You need to get here now.” I hung up.  Joel was shaking his head to Pauline.  “It’s error ing out.  He’s gone.”  I stood next to grandma now who had not realized yet what was going on.  “I’m so sorry Jami” Joel said.  That did it.  I leaned down to my grandma.  “He’s gone grandma.  He’s gone.”  She clasped my hand shaking and crying.  I just stood there holding her hand.  I had gone numb.  With my free hand I called my brother.  “Papa is gone.”  He said he’d be right there.  Joel explained to me that he had called hospice and they were on their way.  I stayed with grandma until Shane got there.  I then went outside to stop my mom and tell her before she came in. 

The day continued on as if it were a dream.  I watched my mom come in and say goodbye.  Joel went and picked up Noelle who wanted to be there.  Danelle arrived as well.  The hospice social worker arrived and we all stared at her not knowing what to do.  She did paperwork and tried to comfort us.  Shane called Fairhaven.  They arrived around 3pm.   I took grandma and mom into another room and the social worker and I distracted grandma while Danelle blocked any sort of view she may have when they took him away.  I looked out the window and saw the gurney covered in a maroon sheet.  When everything had settled slightly I went to the garage where all my Papa’s tools are and sat down on the floor and lost it.  The sadness wrapped around my heart like a vice and squeezed the breath out of me. I was hysterical.  I was out there a while then I heard someone come in behind me.  A hand squeezed my shoulder.  I pulled it together, stood up and turned around.  It was Noelle.  We hugged and I returned inside.  I was later told that Joel said my Papa had waited for me before he passed away.  He heard my voice then left this earth.  He waited for me.

The next day mom, grandma and myself went to Fairhaven and dealt with everything.  It was still so surreal to me as we made all of the arrangements.

The phone calls and the flowers and the cards and the texts and the Facebook posts started to flood in and made me feel so loved and supported. 

The service was lovely.  We arrived early for a viewing but I couldn’t bring myself to come up to the casket.  From what I could see it didn’t look like my Papa.  Grandma sat with him for a while then we closed it before the main service started.

Pastor Tae Shin was the back up from Covenant Presprytarian and was so nice.  Terri sang “How Great Thou Art” a song my Papa loved.  My dad got up and read the obituary that I wrote and then edited into a biography.  He shared a few stories from the fire department and almost broke down at the end.  Pastor did a sermon of sorts then opened it up to anyone.  A fireman came up and shared a hilarious story.  Then my brother got up to speak.  He didn’t make it through his speech when he mentioned that he’ll think of Papa next time he’s fishing.  When he broke, my heart broke.  I have never seen my brother break like that.  I heard many others lose it at that point as well including my father.  Watching the men in my life cry made me love them more and my heart break right alongside.  I jokingly smacked him as I walked up now trying to pull myself together for my speech which I shared below.  I almost made it to the end and barely cracked out the last line.  I screwed up Terri but she pulled it together and sang “Amazing Grace” beautifully after me.  Pastor Tae closed and that was it.  My brother and I were pall bearers as well as Danelle, Noelle and four of Shane's dear friends.

When we walked out of the church the clouds in the sky had made two hearts.  Terri pointed this out to me and smiled.  She caught a photo as well.

The gravesite service was to follow and the main Pastor Stan performed that.  I didn’t care all that much for him or his words.  Papa was in the United States Coast Guard so he had military honors.  This included a man playing Taps on a trumpet that of course set me over the edge as well as my dad and brother.  They unfolded then refolded the flag and presented it to my grandma.  It was beautiful.  We stayed until they lowered him into the ground, then we all took roses off the spray and tossed them into the ground where he now lay.  

To my dearest friends who came to Papa's service.  Thank you.  It truly meant the world to me and my family that you were there.

A reception followed at my grandma’s with amazing food and wine.  Everyone looked through albums and shared stories and laughed and cried.

I will miss my Papa more than words can ever describe.  There is a hole in my heart that will never heal.  I have issues with religion but I do believe in a god and I do believe that when our time is done here on earth that’s not the end.  There is something else out there but I don’t think we are meant to know what that is but it’s good and I believe my Papa is now at peace and happy and will always be watching over me.  I love you so much Papa and will miss you tremendously.  I promise to continue to live my life to the fullest and not let anyone bring me down.  You taught me to be strong and I will.  I love you Papa. 

Here is what I and read:

Love Letter to My Papa:

I love the way you look at gramma.

I love the way you tease her.

I love how much you love her and how much you love your family.

I love how you are fiercely loyal.

I love that I can count on you for anything.

I love that you have the biggest heart I have ever seen in a person.

I love that you were a fireman.

I love that your men respected and loved you.

I love that you are a legend.

I love that you are exceptional.

I love that no one compares to you.

I love that you love me so much.

I love that you hate it so much when I hurt.

I love that I can trust you with anything.  With my life.

I love your quick wit.

I love that twinkle in your eye.

I love that you’re so strong.

I have loved you since I was a little girl.  They always said they would hear me chasing after you calling “Papa! Papa!”  If anyone was ever looking for me your lap was the first place they would look.

I have inherited your strength.  Your stubbornness.  Your wit.  And I am thankful.

You have taught me how to love, how to laugh, how to be fair and honest and that there are people in this world whose hearts grow bigger and better every day.

You are my superman.  My hero.

You are and will always be my Papa.