Despite the fact that I spend my mornings with two adorable little girls I have been on the verge or crying all am. Truth be told it is probably hormonal, but I am seriously missing my bro. It has been almost a month since I talked to him last. Now I am sure in the past we have gone about a month without talking, but I doubt it. I know I'd call home and he'd answer the phone. We would talk for a few mins and he'd go back to video games. Now, he is cut off. Maybe even more than boot camp. He doesn't really write, he isn't allowed to call/text, we heard from him a lot during bootcamp. We found out that he is going straight to Missouri next week. I think that he will at least be able to talk to us then. I just feel sad, I miss the brat. I can't imagine how the families of those deployed do it. I dread if that happens. Seriously, I think it is just the fact that I can't talk to him that bothers me. Anyway, I am just feeling blue today. Sorry to be a debbie downer.
I have always considered myself lucky that most people close to me are still alive. I still have all 4 grandparents. When I graduated high school in 2003, I had only been to one funeral. I cried and was sad, but the nature of the relationship didn't lead to a lot of pain.
My life was forever changed June 21, 2004. It was about 3 weeks after my first year of college and I was house sitting in Gaithersburg. My cell phone rang and my friend was calling, she was upset. Then she said it. Brad died.
Brad was a year younger than me in school. I worked as a cashier at the local grocery store. Brad got a job there not long after me as a bagger. He was always smiling and never grumbled when asked to help out. I remember one night after we all got off work, we went to play putt putt. My stomach hurt so bad that night for laughing so hard.
I left for college, but I always dropped in when I was home to say hi to everyone. One of the first places I went when I came home for summer was to Giant Eagle. Brad was in the middle of putting away returns. He followed me around the store riding on the cart, and chatting (trying to get me to come back to work I believe.) He was so happy that day. Smiling and laughing it up as we made fun of co-workers.
When I got the call, I didn't believe it. Brad took his life. I just kept saying no, no, that isn't possible. I still to this day wish I knew why it happened. I wish I could have said something or did something to change things. I never saw pain when I looked at Brad, I just wish I could have, so I could have helped.
Brad's death changed me. I never take for granted the fact that my friends know I love them and that I am here for them no matter what.
It has been 6 years, I always remember this day. But I am not sad today. I am celebrating the life of Bradley Quashnie. Today I remember the good times, I sit back and smile at all the silly times we had at a really crappy job. Without Brad and his friends at GE, work would have been 100 times more miserable than it was!
We love you and miss you Brad! You are always remembered! Your family is always in my prayers.
Today I donated to The National Hopeline Network in Brad's name. This organization started programs in suicide prevention. I couldn't give much, but I hope what little I could give helps.
June 20, 1981 my two favorite people got married. Mom chased my dad for over a year, at age 14 (or maybe 15) she finally caught him ( I guess he got tired of running :D)
They were 21. They moved to Kentucky so my dad could go to seminary. They were poor and young, but they relied on God and made it. Their biggest accomplishment during that time was having me! Nope not the PhD, me. :D
They are wonderful parents. They have taught us how to be good, respectful adults. I love now that I am older how our relationship has changed. We are more like friends.
My dad amazes me with his guitar making, and I love our chats about Maryland basketball. I have always been a daddy's girl. I don't see that changing. I still climb up in my dads lap for a hug and a little snuggle. Yup at 5'7" and 25 years old! My dad always has wise and logical advice to give. I am pretty sure I can't make a single decision without a consultation with dad. My dad is funny and always knows how to make me feel better. Once after a breakup in high school, he sent me flowers with a card that said "men are pigs." I laughed and agreed. I love my "old man" so much.
My mom exhausts me, the woman never stops. She is always going and doing, typically for others. She will give you the shoes off her feet if she thinks you need them more than her (and she has.) No matter how old I get, when I am sick, I want my mom! On my 24th birthday she laid in bed with me all night rubbing my head and ear while I cried in pain from an ear infection. My mom is a warrior of prayer and I have learned by her example that nothing is too small or silly to pray about. My mom has become such a wonderful friend. Even though I tease her that she is crazy, I love that about her. She is always doing something "crazy" to make me laugh. The bet part is I am always laughing with her.
I couldn't be luckier to have parents who love each other very much. Now that Austin and I are out of the house I am sure they are having fun with each other.
I hope that for the next 50 years the only thing to come between you guys is Kobi. (The dog seems to think sleeping in the bed between my parents is his right as doggie of the house.) I love you both very very much. Congrats on not killing each other for 29 years! :D
**** I have more recent pictures of them I know I do! But I am at work, so I just found some quick off my facebook****
I saw this one facebook. I liked what it said. Teachers are very important and they certainly don't get what they deserve.
Teachers' hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or 10 months a year! It's time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do - baby sit! We can get that for less than minimum wage. That's right. Let's give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM with 45 min. off for lunch and plan -- that equals 6 1/2 hours). Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children. Now how many students do they teach in a day...maybe 30? So that's $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day. However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations. LET'S SEE.... That's $585 X 180= $105,300 per year. (Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries). What about those special education teachers and the ones with Master's degrees? Well, we could pay them minimum wage ($7.75), and just to be fair, round it off to $8.00 an hour. That would be $8 X 6 1/2 hours X 15 children X 180 days = $140,400 per year. Wait a minute -- there's something wrong here! There sure is! The average teacher's salary (nation wide) is $50,000. $50,000/180 days =$277.77/per day/30 students=$9.25/6.5 hours = $1.42 per hour per student--a very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even EDUCATE your kids!) WHAT A DEAL!!!!