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Honestly, I know it should be somewhat of a relief. I should be excited to have no responsibility, but I feel lost without Gram. She has always been a huge part of my life. It all started the day I was born. My Dad was not able to be there because he was in the Army and deployed to Korea. Therefore, Gram was the one with my mom at the hospital, and she was the one who carried me home. Gram was a constant in my life. She lived three blocks away, she was at most of my athletic events, and she was there for all the important dates like Prom and Homecoming.

My Grandparents supported my move to California when I felt I needed to get out of my small town. They came all the way out to visit me with our foreign exchange student Marja. Gramps was so excited to go to Dodger Stadium for a baseball game and Dodger Dog. I showed them around Los Angeles, Palm Springs, and San Bernandino.

marja gram and gramps

Once I moved to Richmond, my grandparents again made many trips up and down the interstate to visit. We saw each other for holidays, birthdays, and random times in between. When I decided to quit my job and move to Thailand, Gram was sad to see me leave but was one of my biggest supporters.

Even though she was my grandmother and had been a part of my life since I was born, these past five years were different. Our relationship became so much more. At first, when she was more independent, she was my partner in crime. We did everything together. It was nice to have someone to keep me company. We went shopping, we traveled up and down the East Coast, and of course, we drove to the nearest ice cream shop. We weren’t in a hurry and we weren’t trying to meet deadlines or set any records. We just went where we wanted to go when we wanted to go. Gram rarely complained. She was always up for a ride in the car. She loved my little convertible EOS. And I usually loved her by my side except when she would say some embarrassingly loud comment about the “geezer” getting gas at the pump next to us in his fancy convertible. Oh, gram.

lost without gram ice cream

After a while, she became a little more dependent on me, and then it seemed she became more like the child I never had. I got to know her really well. I knew what she liked to eat, what she was about to say, when she had to go to the bathroom, and what color she wanted on her nails. I imagine this is what having a three-year-old is like 🙂 But I loved having this little lady by my side. She smiled, she laughed, and she just went with the flow. She never had a whole lot to say but every now and again that little lady would make me laugh so hard. Some of my fondest memories and best pieces of advice came In the Bathroom with Gram. Because my grandmother knew me almost as well as I knew her, she would tell my mom and my friends that we can’t tell Stacy how much we like Jeff or she won’t like him. She was his biggest fan and of course, I became his biggest fan, too.

So six weeks after her passing, here I am, lost without Gram. I miss her advice. I miss her smile. I miss her laugh. I miss my sidekick.

For five years, I worked odd jobs even though my biggest job was caring for Gram. I just felt like I needed to do something. I needed to have a “job”. I don’t know why I felt defined by my “job” but for some reason, it has always mattered to me. It’s the first question people ask when you meet them. I realized how lost without Gram I was at our last ski week. We met new friends on the mountain and everyone had a job. Some were in real estate, some in film and of course, most of mine were pilots. Then someone asked me, “What do you do?”. Hmmm, what was I going to say? I wasn’t an educator anymore, I wasn’t a caregiver anymore, I wasn’t a realtor anymore. Who was I? I felt like I didn’t have an identity. I was just a pilot’s wife being a ski bum on a beautiful mountain.

lost without gram stacy and jeffI know I am a strong, independent woman with the most amazing husband. I know I am an aunt and I love those little ones so much. I know I am a travel junkie and can’t wait for more amazing adventures. But what do I say? What do I do now? I guess it’s ok to take the time to figure that out, but it’s hard, and it honestly has me a little lost without Gram. One wonderful friend of mine suggested I say something like “After five years of caregiving, I am taking some time to enjoy my husband and my marriage while I figure out my next adventure.” And that is amazing advice but it’s so hard to be patient and to not feel a little lost.

I know I am on a new journey and right now even though I am lost without Gram, I do believe something exciting and meaningful will come my way. I will never forget my time with Gram or the memories I made with her. She left me on this Earth a better person than I was five years ago and for that, I will forever be grateful. I am excited to see what this next chapter of my life will bring and maybe my husband and I won’t feel so lost without Gram. Maybe we will be led by Gram to new adventures, new memories together, and new times to cherish. I am surrounded by one amazing, loving, supportive husband and several wonderful friends and family members. Whatever will be is meant to be, and I have to have faith that all my angels above will lead us in the right direction.

Stay Strong & Be Inspired, Stacy

I don’t remember where I was when my sister told me she had cancer. She was 37 years old. She felt a cyst. The doctors removed it and that’s when they discovered it was malignant. We were all in shock. We couldn’t believe this was happening. Our family went through a nine-year battle with lung cancer with my dad from 2003-2012. We couldn’t believe it was happening again.

cancer sucks stacy and her sister

The doctors could not find the primary source of my sister’s cancer, yet they wanted to treat it aggressively. She started treatment at the beginning of 2017. She had two major surgeries that spring. One which was over 20 hours. But she was so strong she pulled through and went home just a few days later even though we almost lost her on the table.

I couldn’t believe how strong she was as she battled cancer and went through treatment. She would have surgery and be home in the next few days taking care of her kids, working as a nurse, and being a great wife.

even with cancer my sister smiled

We all thought and prayed that she would kick cancer’s ass. She fought so hard but it seemed the more surgery they did, the more aggressive it became. In the end, she was hospitalized and became jaundice. She came home, and we tried to get her hospice care. She was coherent, loving, and talked about continuing the fight but she was very weak and her body was ravaged. I thought for sure she would get stronger. We talked about future plans and possible treatment options.

Although at times I regret I didn’t pack up Gram and leave PA sooner, I was glad we got to spend her last six days with her. My boyfriend (who later became my husband), and I tried to distract the kids from her failing health by taking them to the park. We continued to try to make life as normal as possible, but they knew something was terribly wrong.

Less than a week after she came home from the hospital, we lost her. We were all there by her side as she took her last breath. Her son was only two and a half so he didn’t really understand. Her daughter who was five was crushed as we all were. It was the most difficult thing I have had to watch. Even though we were there when my dad and my grandfather went, seeing such a terrible disease take such a young life was devasting.

pre cancer my sister's family

Looking back I wonder if I could have or should have done something different. With my dad, I had nine years to process it. I came home as often as I could from Virginia to spend time with him. I went to Virginia as often as I could from Pennsylvania to see my sister, but looking back I wish I would have gone more. I just thought I would have more time. I never thought she would be gone in just 18 short months.

My advice to you is to take the time to do the things that are important to you. Don’t miss visiting family or friends because you are too busy or you are holding a grudge for some reason. Make the time. Seize the moment and enjoy it. You never know when that moment to see them will be gone.

Stay Strong & Be Inspired, Stacy

As you read in “The Broken Hip”, I packed up Gram and the cat and took off to spend a few weeks in Florida at Gram’s condo. My grandparents bought the condo in the early 2000s after two other couples convinced them to just do it! All three couples were the best of friends and had been since they were in their 20’s. They would all vacation down to Fort Myers in the winter. My grandparents were the last to buy and the ones to spend the least amount of time down there. The other couples were retired and would spend most of their winter in Fort Myers, but my grandmother was still working. Therefore, they could only go for a few weeks at a time. Gram worked until she was 80 years old because of a change in retirement regulations and health benefits. What an amazing woman!

But as soon as she retired they bought Gram’s condo across the parking lot from their very good friends. My grandfather loved going down every winter. He couldn’t wait to read the paper and eat breakfast on the lanai. He would have stayed down there for six months if Gram would have let him. But she didn’t like change and wanted to be back in her home to watch the snowfall after a few short months.

In 2007, I started working as an administrator for a school district in Virginia. Therefore, I had a bit more gram condo poolflexibility in taking time off of work. Usually, my grandparents would come to Richmond for Christmas. Then I would drive them from Richmond to Fort Myers over Christmas break and then I would go pick them up on Spring Break. We did this for years. I didn’t mind driving, and I definitely didn’t mind getting some sun or lying by the pool for a few days while they got settled into Gram’s condo.

One of the best things about Gram’s condo was that it was an end unit at the end of the development. Next to the condo was a gathering place the residents called “the marina”, which was a place on a small canal with a boat dock and several tables and chairs set up. They would go down there to socialize, have happy hour, and cookout.

That marina holds many memories for my family and me. My grandparents didn’t drink often but they would go down to the marina and socialize. One of the Board Members, we can call him the “Captain”, lived right above my grandparents. He would keep an eye on them as they got older and more forgetful. He would also cookout at the marina, help residents who needed projects done, put up Christmas decorations at the marina, and take people out on the pontoon boat. We knew all the residents but especially my grandparents were in good hands for the winter. family at gram condo

One of my favorite memories of the marina include a family trip we took to the Gram’s condo. I am not sure why we went, but my dad, mom, sister, and I rode down in my mom’s little Toyota Solara. My sister braided my hair in teeny tiny braids in the back seat as we made the 18+ hour drive from PA to FL. Over the next week, we went to Fort Myers Beach, Shrimp Shack, and Rib City. Some of my parents’ and grandparents’ favorite places to go to.

The second memory is when my sister started dating a guy, who would end up becoming her husband. He came with us on a family trip to Gram’s condo. I remember sitting down at the marina and a raccoon came to see what we had to eat. The Captain got his BB gun out just in case the little creature got a little too close. Well, that BB gun turned into a shooting contest. There were wind chimes hanging in the tree, and we decided to see who could make them ding. My dad eventually taught me how to line the dang thing up after shooting into the trees for about 20 minutes. Then for some reason, I was on fire. We would take turns and see who could hit it the most. We had so much fun. Well, I did. Probably because I was winning ….

Needless to say, Gram’s condo holds many, many memories for us. As Gram and I made our way into Fort Myers after her broken hip, I wasn’t sure how Gram would react. This was her first time at the condo without my grandfather. I assumed it would be tough, and she may be emotional, which she was. But being in the smaller setting with the sunshine and the memories of family around us, she nursed her way back to amazing health. In less than two weeks, she was walking without her walker, and it was like the broken hip never existed! She was so strong and inspiring.

While we were there, I realized that the Gold’s Gym I used to go to had shut down. Since I had just started CrossFit, I decided to search for a CrossFit gym. I compared two different ones and decided on CrossFit Thoroughbreds. That Thursday, I went and enjoyed the people and the community. They offered a boot camp on Saturday morning, and I decided to try it. That’s when I met two people, who little did I know at the time, would enter my life to stay and bring some incredible life changes. One was an amazing woman who would later become one of my greatest friends and supporter (who also inspired me to do this blog) and the other was an absolutely wonderful man who would later take in Gram, the cat, and me and ask me to be his wife.

Stay Strong & Be Inspired, Stacy

We lost my sister in May 2018 after an 18-month battle with cancer (as you read in “About Stacy“).  Her kids were five and two at the time, but they still talk about her all the time. They love looking at pictures of her and hearing stories about her. I wish I had more videos of her to show them. When we visit my family in Virginia, at least one night our niece and nephew usually spend the night with us at my mom’s house. It gives their dad some time to himself and gives us more time to spend with them. One night, I had the fun opportunity to give my niece and nephew a bath.

Though I remember taking baths as a child with my sister, I don’t believe I have ever given a baby a bath. I never had children of my own and my stepchildren are adults. So this was an amazing opportunity for me, and I felt blessed to be able to do it.

kids on big wheels

After playing outside all day, the kids needed a rinse. Though I figured the bathroom would be a sloppy mess by the time we were done, I didn’t care. They had no toys. Only each other, a cup to wash their hair, and me. They tried to pretend they were swimming. They poured water on each other. My nephew even peed in the water! We all had the best time laughing and giggling. It was so much fun giving them a bath!

My niece practiced holding her breath underwater. And my nephew didn’t mind water in his face either which is a huge step for both of them. Once they were washed and started getting more water on the floor than in the tub I told them it was time to get out. I dried them off and helped them into their pajamas.

We combed their hair, brushed their teeth, and then cuddled on the couch. Though it was a very simple evening, it was one that I will always remember. Their laughs and innocence make my heart so happy. I am so blessed to be able to spend time with them.

Although I am not their mother, I felt inspired that maybe for those 15 minutes I filled a void for them of having a young female presence doing something ordinary with them. My intention is never to replace their mother but to build memories with them as their aunt and as a young female role model.

Stay Strong & Be Inspired, Stacy

Marja’s Perspective

Would you let a stranger from the other side of the globe move into your house and promise to treat them as family? Put that way it sounds crazy! Maybe you’d be more likely to answer “yes” if asked, could you see having an exchange student living with you as a possibility?

marjaHowever, that’s what it was. At 17 years old, I hopped on a plane and after four flights landed in Northwestern Pennsylvania, as now a new member of Stacy’s family. From her family’s perspective, they drove to the airport as a family and drove back home with a new addition whom they knew very little about.

When Stacy asked me to write for her blog, I immediately had an idea of what I wanted to share. I wanted to tell the world how much we can all gain by opening our hearts and lives to other people. This is also a story of how being real and present in a moment means a billion times more than big gestures.

Stepping into Stacy’s family’s home over twenty years ago for the first time, I was nervous. Everything was new and many things were different from home. However, I soon discovered many things that were the same as in my home in Finland. They were a family who all cared deeply for each other, helped, hugged, laughed, and, like myself,  loved basketball.

The latter helped to get me a good start. I recall being anxious about meeting Grandpa and Grandma (Gram) for the first time. During one of the first visits to their home, everyone else was in the kitchen, and I was left in the living room with Grandpa. As a teenager, I wasn’t sure how to start a conversation with him, but in a few seconds, all my insecurity faded because I realized he loved basketball as much as I did! During that year, in Northwestern Pennsylvania, I spent quite a few Sundays at Stacy’s grandparents’ place. Besides Gram’s delicious meatball sauce, moments with grandpa were the highlight of those Sundays. I loved hearing the passion in his voice when he talked about basketball.

marja with famDuring the year, I was treated with many amazing experiences: a visit to Los Angeles to see Stacy, a trip to Niagara Falls, and many others. I’m grateful for all those possibilities! However, the memories that I still remember the best aren’t those. By far, the most precious memories are little glimpses of daily life. Coming home from practice, having Stacy’s dad at home, watching him make dinner, and telling him how the day had gone. Sitting in the back seat on our way to the grocery store and listening to Stacy’s parents talk about all the “ordinary things”. Riding in the red truck with Stacy’s sister. Other memories of my year included Stacy’s family cheering for me at the games, going to football games together, getting ice cream together, and playing Trivial Pursuit.

2020 is actually a great year to talk about this. I love traveling and going to events, but not being able to do that right now isn’t the end of the world. After 20 years, I do remember going to a concert in Pittsburgh with Stacy’s family and going to Six Flags. But when I think back to the afternoons with Stacy’s parents taking me shopping or grandpa telling me about coaching, those are the memories that even now bring back strong emotions and touch me.

Stacy’s family is different from my own family in many ways, but that year taught me that being different doesn’t matter if you’re able to keep an open mind and are willing to listen and show kindness to each other.

Having an ocean between us means we don’t see each other very often, but every time we do, I’m humbled by being welcomed back as a family member.

I try to remember these lessons in my daily life and pass them onto my child. I try to cherish the little things and be present in the moment. I do my best to set an example by keeping an open mind and open heart, and by showing kindness and caring for people who are not close to me.

The Other Side by Stacy’s Mom

Have you ever thought about having a stranger come live with you for a year? Well, that is exactly what my husband and I did in 1998. One of our friends worked at our local high school and asked us if we would want to host a foreign exchange student. We weren’t sure because both of our girls had already graduated, but the exchange student was from Finland, a good student, and a basketball player.  My daughters thought it would be fun since they played basketball and their grandfather used to coach basketball. After a couple of months of paperwork and planning, the four of us drove to the airport to pick up our new family member.

Marja was blonde, just like our girls, so she fit right in. She spoke English relatively well though there were a few phrases she didn’t quite understand. She was tall and looked athletic. We were excited to see how the school year would go and couldn’t wait to see her play. My father was pretty excited as well because he now had someone else to watch play basketball since my girls had graduated.

My daughters welcomed her with open arms. Stacy lived with my parents (Gram and Gramps) just down the street while she was doing her student teaching. My younger daughter lived at home for a few weeks and then got an apartment off-campus. Marja was excited to hear about the college experience from both girls.

marja stacy and sisterIt was a very eventful year. The girls took a beautiful picture and framed it for my husband and me for our 25th Wedding anniversary. Our local school basketball team did very well and even made the playoffs that year. Marja was a big part of that team and its success. She was tall and had a great three-point shot. We all really enjoyed watching her play.

In January, Stacy moved to California. We loaded up a U-haul in a snowstorm and Stacy, her dad, and her sister drove cross country and unloaded in the sunshine. Marja and I stayed home and bonded while the others were gone.  We talked about the similarities and differences between the United States and Finland. We had many nights to get to know each other and each other’s families.

marja gram and grampsMarja had the chance to go to California that spring with my parents to visit Stacy. She showed them all the sites of Los Angeles, Palm Springs, and San Bernardino. I am glad Marja had the opportunity to see more of the United States than just Northwestern Pennsylvania. Because we live within a couple of hours of Pittsburgh and Niagara Falls, we took her on a few day trips. We also went on the Canadian side of the Falls because Americans did not need passports to enter Canada at that time and, of course, Marja had hers so she was good to go.

Although we were a little apprehensive of getting a foreign exchange student in the beginning, it turned out to be a wonderful experience! We grew to love Marja like our own. To this day, we keep in touch and she, her fiance, and son come to visit as often as they can. They are truly fantastic people, and we are thankful that we got to know and love Marja. And although I have no desire to fly across the Atlantic Ocean, like Stacy did as you read in “Visiting Helsinki and Stockholm”, I wish I could see Marja’s hometown, meet her parents, and thank them for raising a wonderful young lady.

About the Guest Authors

Marja is a wonderful mother, daughter, educator, and friend. She become a part of Stacy’s family in 1998 when she became an exchange student from Finland into Stacy’s family in Northwest Pennsylvania. She is an athletic, free spirit who is a role model to the students she teaches, her own son, and those around her.

Stacy’s mom has got it going on 🙂 She raised two crazy girls and then took on the responsibility of a third. She was always supportive of all three women and is to this day. Although she isn’t as adventurous as they are, she enjoys hearing their stories and seeing their pictures. She also enjoys taking care of her grandchildren, going golfing, and always looks forward to her annual trip to Las Vegas with her cousins. 

Stay Strong & Be Inspired, Stacy

On August 8th, when I was three years old, I got the gift of a little sister. I am sure I only picked on her a few times throughout our childhood. Needless to say, although we were a few years apart, we got along very well and became best friends. She went with me wherever I went. Maybe I was made to take her, but I enjoyed every minute with her.

my sister's baby picture

We grew up in a town where many of the kids in my grade had younger siblings in her grade. We grew up in a town where most of the parents were in the same social class and made about the same amount of money. We grew up in a town where there wasn’t a lot of diversity, but no one was cultural bias either. We grew up in a town where kindergarten students rode the bus with seniors in high school and it wasn’t a big deal because everyone had an older cousin to keep an eye on them. We grew up in a town where we walked home safely from school. We grew up in a town where we played outside until dark. We grew up in a town where most parents knew each other and a lot of them even went to school together.

As you read in “How Did I Get Here“, my sister and I grew up close to our grandparents. We took family trips together. We took Catholic school classes together. She was my best friend. I went off to college and even though I was only 30 minutes away, I think she felt left behind.

Stacy's family

After college, I moved away. After a few months in California,  I ended up in Virginia. I begged her to follow me after she graduated, and three years later, she did. I told her you can always go back but if you don’t take the plunge and move away after college, you may never go.

We played sports together through River City Sports and Social Club and Richmond Volleyball Club. She eventually got a job teaching in the same county where I was working. She coached volleyball, I coached basketball, and we coached JV softball together. She was an inspiration to the girls, and we both had a “work hard, be respectful, make good grades” coaching style. We enjoyed the girls, and I think they enjoyed us.

Our dad was fighting lung cancer at the time and after five years of teaching, she decided she wanted to go back to our hometown in Northwestern Pennsylvania to get her nursing degree. She moved back home and helped with Dad for almost two years. After she finished her nursing degree, she decided to come back to Virginia.

my sister and I She got a job at one of the local hospitals. It was there where she met her husband, who was a frequent visitor because his mother was there battling Crohn’s Disease. After three years of dating, they got married. My dad made it to her wedding day and had enough strength to walk her down the aisle without his cumbersome oxygen tank. In May 2012, he took his last breath. My mom, sister, and I were there to hold his hand as he rose into the afterlife. Although he didn’t get to see his first grandchild, he knew my sister was pregnant. A few months later, she gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl. Three years later, my nephew was born.

In December 2016, we got the most horrifying news. My sister had a cyst. When they removed it, they found out it was malignant. We couldn’t believe it and didn’t want to go through another battle with cancer.

I was so sure she would beat it. Our father fought lung cancer for eight years and even lived another year with a collapsed lung. I had no doubt she would have at least nine more years here on Earth.

But I was wrong. In May 2018, we (my mom, brother-in-law, and myself) surrounded her as she took her last breath at the young age of 38. I am not sure why God took her. It makes me so sad, mad, and upset. I don’t understand his plan. Her body was ravaged by a cancer that could never be pinpointed. It spread like wildfire. It was devastating. I am thankful she is no longer suffering, but I miss my best friend every day. I miss her advice. I miss her kind heart. I miss her smile. I miss her for the children, her husband, and our mother.

I launched on August 8th, my sister’s birthday, in her honor and memory. She will forever live in my heart, giving me strength and inspiring me every time I look at her pictures and those two little children of hers.

Stay Strong & Be Inspired, Stacy