Autumn Is In The Air

I received an email today from an old friend that prompted me to remember I have a blog. It's not that I totally forgot that I have a blog, it's just that I have been so busy with life, that I haven't signed in since April. September 6th marked one year since my Mother passed away. It was a tough day for me, but also one of deep reflection. Although I will never completely "heal" or get over my Mother not being alive here on this earth, each new day brings more understanding and acceptance. I can only say that dealing with such a tramatic loss was easier due to my faith in God, as well as a loving family and friends.

It is almost a bittersweet moment as I write this, due to the fact that I feel both sadness, as well as great excitement. The excitement is due to my favorite season being upon us: Autumn. Autumn, aka Fall, is such an inspiring time of year. Not only do you get to pull the sweaters out of the closet, the rake out of the garage, and Halloween decorations out of storage, but you also get to see God's glorious work at hand with the changing both the temperature and the trees. Since it is now Autumn, I once again feel insipred to write more regurlarly on this blog.

For all of my friends who I haven't been in touch with during this past year, I want to offer my apologies. Thank you for being patient with me, as well as not forgetting about me. To give you a quick update on my life, RayLynn and I are expecting our baby boy next month (his due date is October 24th)! We have decided to name him Lincoln Nicholas Ladish (a good name if I don't say so myself!). I came up with the first name of Lincoln because my favorite president is Abraham Lincoln. Actually my interest in Lincoln is more like an obsession! I'm confident you would agree if you saw all of the Lincoln photos, books, and other memorabillia in our house. Speaking of our house, we are moving this week into a new home. I say new in the sense of new to us, since the house was built in 1940. It actually is a great house though, it has an amazing fireplace that I am anxious to start using! I guess you could say that (like Lincoln) I have an obsession with old houses (as does RayLynn). Both of us strongly dislike the modern "suburban" homes that seem to keep endlessly cropping up. If you are someone who likes or lives in such a home, we mean no offense I promise! :)

I will be sure to post another blog entry soon. Until next time...

Stay Gold,
Nick

Seven Months Later...

So, here I sit seven months since my last blog entry. I suppose you could say after the death of my mother, I needed some time to grieve and process things. Or, I could say that life got in the way and that I have been too busy. Perhaps both are true. Nevertheless, here I am writing a new entry. It has been nearly eight months since my Mother passed away. Although time and prayer certainly make things a little easier to deal with everyday, I still miss her more than ever. It's ironic how it's the little things that pop up in your memory that mean the most to you. Those memories are the dark corners of your mind, known only to you until if and when you decide to share them. Sometimes I sit down with an idea to blog about and begin typing away. Other times I sit here and reflect, ponder, and consider if I in fact have anything to say. I feel that sometimes writers feel that they must write something profound with each sentence, however, I have discovered this couldn't be further from the truth. The fact is, people like to read honest and real thoughts, not something that is always profound and life changing.

I'm sure most of my friends feel that it is near impossible to get a hold of me these days. In recent months, I have gotten rid of Facebook and stopped drinking coffee. I also don't drink alcohol anymore, or even own a cell phone. The past several months I have felt more healthy, and liberated that I ever have. Due to this, I have also felt more inspired than I have in a long time. I have started writing songs again (I took a break from doing so), and have been eating, and thinking on a healthier level. In addition, I have also done a bit of traveling in recent months. I feel that it is healthy for the mind, body, and soul of an individual to travel. It is one of the best ways to refresh the soul.


So, as I mentioned at the beginning of this post, here I sit letting the words come from my thoughts instantly. I have missed writing in this blog. Since it has been so long, I'm not even sure anyone still reads this blog. But if you are, let me know how you have been.

Regards,

Nick

My Last Goodbye

The past few weeks have been the hardest of my life. I feel drained, yet inspired all at the same time. Losing a loved one is something we all contemplate at some point growing up, yet we are never really prepared to face it when it does happen. It has been nearly three weeks since my mother passed away from cancer. Back in the Fall of 2007, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. After surgery and treatments, it appeared she had beat cancer. In the year that followed, my mother faced reconstructive surgery, and watched as her hair grew back. My entire life, my mother always had long hair. I'll never forget the first time I saw her without hair. I had the same reaction when my dad shaved the mustache he had after more than twenty years, only this time it wasn't out of choice.

I remember I asked my mother once what was the worst part of going through having cancer and receiving treatments. Her answer was losing her hair, which knowing my mother so well, didn't surprise me. My mother and I were very much alike. She taught me many important lessons in life such as: treating people with kindness and respect, value your family and friends, how to cook, how to stitch worn clothes, and how to follow my dreams. She was the same mother who allowed me to pursue my interest in music by letting my have my first band rehearse in my upstairs bedroom. I can only imagine how bad we sounded, yet she fostered my interest in music without any complaining. Growing up, she was the one I could always look out into the crowd and see smiling and watching as I played during one of my numerous concerts.

I will never forget the call this past May when she found out that the cancer had returned, only this time it had spread to her lungs, bones, and brain. She was in tears, her voice breaking as she told me the doctor has listed her as "terminal." As the Summer months passed, I watched as her condition worsened. I felt powerless in my visits, which became more frequent despite the fact that we didn't live in the same city. I continued to pray each and every day to God for her full healing and recovery. In August, the doctor placed her in hospice. It was at this point I felt more scared and helpless than ever before in my life. This was my mother, the woman who had raised me, nurtured me, taken care of me when I was sick, yet there was nothing I could do to make her better, or to take her pain away. In a phone conversation a couple of days before she moved into hospice, I talked with her on the phone. It was a conversation like most we had shared over the years when we would randomly call one another to see what was new in life. Despite laying in a hospital bed sick with cancer, she asked me if there was anything I needed since I was moving the following day. That is exactly how my mother was; always wanting to take care of her six children even though all but one no longer lived with her.

I will never forget our last visit. It will be a memory forever etched, and cherished in my mind. During that last visit, her condition had taken a turn for the worse. Her brain was now swelling, and she was mixing up her thoughts and memories. Despite her condition, at one point she kept telling everyone in the room how well I can play the piano (it is one of eight instruments that I play). Shortly after saying this, she was getting tired and needed to rest. At that moment I wanted to stop time, and do whatever I could to stall saying goodbye. Although at the time I obviously wasn't sure this would be the last goodbye, something inside of me had a feeling this was the case. After watching her say goodbye to the others in the room, I made sure I was the last one to walk up to her bed and give her a hug. As we were hugging, she told me she loved me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, which at the time surprised me. Despite the fact that my whole life her and I had always hugged when saying goodbye, she hadn't kissed me since I was a child. When thinking about her kissing me on the cheek days later, I realized that she knew it would be our last goodbye. As I walked out of the door to her room, something inside me made me stop, turn around, and say: "Bye mom, I love you." As I walked out of the building, it took everything I had inside me to hold back the tears.

Last goodbye's are never easy. For quite some time, I have told my friends and family that I have a hard time with saying goodbye, even if it is under "normal" circumstances. My mother was the same way in this regard. I recall many times looking in my rear-view mirror while driving away and her looking out the front door watching me as I left (I also do the same thing). It is such a memory I believe, that should be deemed as "important" in our lives. It is so easy to caught up in what we think is important, whether it be material goods, or careers etc. However, in the grand scheme of life, such things are quite insignificant.

In the past three weeks since my mother passed away, I have felt a roller coaster of emotions. I have felt hurt, sad, inspired, tired, depressed, and angry. I have prayed, and talked to a lot to God. I have even asked God why He didn't heal my mother. Of course, in this earthly life, it is impossible for me to understand God's grand design and purpose. However, I do believe that my mother is now in His presence. Dealing with grief is never easy, especially when it involves death. I have learned (with the help of a book I am reading)that every individual has a different way of dealing with the grief they are experiencing. Furthermore, I have learned that there isn't a magic formula, or timetable for the grieving period. I can tell you from my personal experience the past three weeks that some days are better than others. Sometimes I feel guilty for laughing, or enjoying my day, after all, aren't I supposed to only be experiencing sadness right now? It is these kind thoughts that run through my mind during such moments.

What has helped during this time are those that are close to me in my life. My family, friends, and girlfriend, have been a tremendous source of comfort in recent weeks. Shortly after my mother passed away, I decided to remember her by honoring her life, and the memories I have of her. It was this very thinking that has inspired me in my life right now more than ever. I have been working more on my music, and the book that I am writing. I feel fortunate that I was able to share the plot of my book, as well as the names of the characters, with my mother a few months before she passed. She was really excited, and looking forward to reading my book once it was finished. I have also decided to start doing my weekly Wednesday vlog again beginning in October.

Although I will miss my mother each and every day, I know that she would want me to carry on with my life and pursue all my goals and dreams. And although I know this blog post probably isn't profound or life-changing, I do hope that it has provided an insight into the recent months of my life, and the grief I have been experiencing. In addition, I hope this post will challenge you to reflect on your own life, and inspire you to pursue your goals and dreams. Moreover, it is my hope that you will cherish those close to you, as well as those small chunks of life, that become important memories.

To all of you, thank you for your love and support. It means the world to me. To my mother, I love you and miss you everyday. You are the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

With kindest regards,

-Nick-

p.s. My mother started a blog a year ago, but only made a single entry. If you would like to read what she wrote, please visit the following link: http://cancerhealthissues.blogspot.com/2009/10/breast-cancer-how-it-affects-mental.html Thank you-N.

Road Rage (Against the Machine)

“What a great day to be alive!” I say to myself as I get into my car and fire the engine. As I begin to drive, I roll down the window and crank some tunes and think “What a great day for an aimless drive”. Today, not even the dreadful prices of crude can bring me down. In fact, it seems as though, nothing can bring me down. That is, until I enter the freeway. Speeding along at a steady rate of speed, I suddenly see a bright red beast in front of me. His name appears to be ford. (Escort to be more exact). It seems this guy has forgot or perhaps never learned that the pass lane is the fast lane and the fast lane is the pass lane! Should I slam into his rear bumper?! Or perhaps enforce my horn-a-tude upon this lad? I take a deep breath, breathe in the fresh afternoon air and realize it’s not worth the hassle. I begin to laugh as I think of the stupidity of road rage. A moment later, Mr. Escort seems to realize either his mistake or me behind him and kindly pulls to the right lane. Ahh yes! “Victory at last!” I think to myself as I drive off into the sunset.

Cheers to all!

Nick

Technology: Good or Bad?

Today as I sat in a coffee shop, I found myself eavesdropping on a conversation that was taking place between two men who I estimate were in their eighties. As they began to talk, I started to listen as they were providing a wealth of knowledge and information. They began discussing the days of old, how business used to thrive in a shopping mall across the street from where we all sat, and how sad and empty the same buildings now looked. The conversation then turned to old radio programs, and how the people on various radio shows had talent, as well as taste. These programs served as a time for whole families to gather around the radio (as television had yet to become a mainstay), to provide some much needed laughter during turbulent times, such as was taking place during World War II. One of the gentlemen then made a remark about how television lacks substance, and is quite sexual, perverted, and tasteless.

As I began to think about what he had said, I began to realize how right he was. Even in the last twenty years, the quality of television programming, as well as the shows that now air, have diminished significantly. Where bad language was once not allowed on television shows, it has now become a standard practice, and deemed "cool." However in my opinion, there is nothing "cool" about foul language coming out of the mouths of actors on television shows, as many children now confide themselves in technology's grasp. Such television shows are a direct influence on children, and as we all know, kids are like sponges that absorb everything they hear and see. As I have stated in previous blogs, I feel that technology is hindering us much more than it is helping. Don't believe me? Consider this: There once was a time where children played outside in their yards, where neighbors knew one another and had trusting friendships, where whole neighborhoods would gather as a community. With some rare exceptions, most neighborhoods are now desolate as you walk or drive down the street. No longer do you hear children’s laughter and joy as they play outside. Due to such inventions as television, computers, and cell phones, children and adults alike, now confide themselves inside their homes. In addition, due to neighborhoods no longer having a sense of community, which fostered safety and trust, parents now live in fear of letting their children outside to play, pretend, and explore.

Furthermore, many people no longer enjoy reading a good book, or care about good spelling or writing skills. With such devices as instant messenger and texting on cell phones, the English language has now become full of abbreviations. The sad part is that most college students spend more time on Facebook during a classroom lecture, than paying attention to what is being taught, as most professors just think that their students are using their laptops for taking notes. Walk around any college campus in the United States and you will see nearly 75% of all students looking down as they walk while texting on their cell phones (be careful you might get ran into by one of them!).

Although technology certainly has provided great advances in inventions, medicine, and science, I personally feel that it is hindering us more than it is improving our quality of life. I believe that technology (as well as over processed, and fast food) is a large factor for the current issue of obesity in the United States. Moreover, due to people being stuck in their homes instead of enjoying nature, there are a lot less people exercising. This fact is also aided by more white-collar office jobs, where individuals sit at a desk all day looking at a computer screen.

Is there any hope for what I have officially dubbed as the "Technological-Trap Disease?" I believe unless more awareness is generated among the general public, this problem will only continue to get worse. I write this blog as my way to help you the reader, consider the negative effects of technology. It is my hope that you will consider the above mentioned social and physical issues, and begin to take steps in order to make a change toward improvement.

Let us always remember the wisdom of the older generation, and respect their point of view, for I feel they have a lot to offer.

Until next time,
Nick

4 Months and 7 (Okay, Okay, 5!) days ago....

Wow! Where does the time go? It's hard to believe it's been well over four months since my last blog entry. As of late, I have been focusing more on doing my video blogs, aka "vlogs" on my youtube channel (www.youtube.com/nickladish). All in all, things are going quite well for me. When I sit down to type these blogs, I don't sit and think of a topic or agenda, I just start typing-hence the title of my blog.

So what is on my mind tonight you may ask? It's the state of our nation, and the direction it is heading. The out of control spending, lack of fiscal responsibility, and government take over of the banking, auto, and possibly the health care industry, should be enough to worry us all, despite our individual party "affiliations." The nation wanted change, and change it recieved, just not in the form some expected. I tried to warn people of the dangers of putting a "freshman" senator in the oval office. The highest office in the land requires an individual who has considerable experience in government, as well as a vast knowledge of policy, economics, and foreign relations. Now don't get me wrong, I realize no one individual can know all things/topics pertaining to government and policy, but a good deal of experience working within government definately is necessary I feel, to be an efficient leader of a large country. The amount of money the government is spending, or rather borrowing (thanks to China, Japan and others), since we don't actually have the money on hand is frightening. There will be tremendous repercussions for this to be sure. We may not see such repercussions immediately, but in the not so distant future, it will prove to be a huge mistake. I could contine to ramble on about this subject, but for now, I will leave it at that.

I hope that as spring is nearing, you all are ready to get outside and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine, I know I am. Oh yeah, I will try not to take so long to post another entry on here.
Take care,

Nick

An Owl In The Night

Hello one and all! Okay, so I have been incredibly busy as of late, and I apologize for not posting daily. I will continue to do my best to post daily, but if I miss a day here and there, please don't hold it against me :P

So, as I was leaving my apartment earlier this evening, I saw an owl perched on a fence post that surrounds the pool. At first I thought it was fake, and that someone had set it on there. However, as soon as I stopped to look at it, it turned it's head and looked at me. I stood there for a few minutes just admiring. It's not very often that an owl is so low to the ground, at eye level, and you are able to observe it's movements. While staring at this creature of the night, I started thinking of my grandmother who passed away from alzheimer's a handful of years ago. She loved owl's. I have very vivid memories of being a child and going to visit her. Throughout her house were owl pictures, pillow's with owls on them that she had made, as well as cloth cupholder's, and candle place mat's she had made as well. Since I was young at the time, I never got the chance to ask her why she liked owl's so much. I wish I would have had the chance. Everytime I see something with an owl, or simply think of an owl, I am reminded of her smile, warmth, and love.

I miss her everyday, and think of her often. I just want to encourage you to never waste a moment, or opportunity to ask your grandparents, parents, relatives, friends etc, questions about their life, and their story. In turn, never hesitate to share your own story when asked. It's crucial that we enjoy the limited amount of time with the one's that are close to us. It is something we should never take for granted.

I hope your week is going well.

-Nick