Rena C. Dube, 78, of Bristol, wife of Edgard “Pete” Dube, passed away quietly at home on Jan. 23, 2009, after a long battle with cancer. Born Jan. 9, 1931, in Waterbury, she was a daughter of the late Albert and Almire (Charette) Violette. She attended St. Ann School and Wilby High School in Waterbury and worked at the Metropolitan before her marriage. Besides her husband, Rena is survived by her five children and their spouses, Sharon and Joel Templeton of Murrells Inlet, S.C., Lisa and David Anderson, Sandi and Glenn White, Stacey and Jesse Gallagher, who are all from Bristol, and Brian and Carol Dube of Wolcott; nine grandchildren, Brett and Todd Anderson, Amber and Cory White, Simone Dube and Athena, Huckleberry, Fiona and Shillelagh Gallagher; her sister, Viola Lamontagne of North Port, Fla., and her brother, Roger Violette of Murfreesboro, Tenn. A memorial Mass will be held Saturday, Jan. 31, 2009, 10 a.m., at St. Gregory Church, Bristol. Burial will follow in St. Joseph Cemetery. There are no calling hours. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Connecticut VNA Partners Hospice Program, 111 Founders Plaza — Second Floor, East Hartford, CT 06108. If friends wish, they may leave a condolence message for the family at
www.dupontfuneralhome.com
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Just a vent
It feels like it has been years since I had a decent nights sleep. I don't care what all those attachment parenting advocates say, I haven't slept soundly since I was pregnant with Fiona, over 4 years ago. She has moved on to a toddler bed (in our room) and Shillelagh is still an active night nurser. It is so much work, but most days, I wouldn't want it any other way. It's that snuggle time that makes me feel like I am still connected to them, some how.
Lately, it has been even harder with my mother being sick. She has gotten into the "final phase" of the disease. She is a small sack of skin and bones, unable to move on her own or even speak. My dad has called us twice in the past week because he thought she wasn't going to make it. I have been visiting on a daily basis now which severely cuts into the time with the kids and Jesse. They have been very supportive, but it is still so much work for everyone. It is toughest for the littlest ones.
When I get home at night, I am just plain exhausted. It is all compounded by the constant nausea I am fighting with this new pregnancy and the absolute frigid temperatures, which makes me so uncomfortable. I keep trying to think back on all of what I have already gone through and remember how far I have come. But when I am falling asleep sitting up on the couch while the little ones are running and playing, the older kids are doing chores, and Jesse is catching up on some emails, I feel like I just don't know how much longer I can keep all of this going.
God give me strength.
Lately, it has been even harder with my mother being sick. She has gotten into the "final phase" of the disease. She is a small sack of skin and bones, unable to move on her own or even speak. My dad has called us twice in the past week because he thought she wasn't going to make it. I have been visiting on a daily basis now which severely cuts into the time with the kids and Jesse. They have been very supportive, but it is still so much work for everyone. It is toughest for the littlest ones.
When I get home at night, I am just plain exhausted. It is all compounded by the constant nausea I am fighting with this new pregnancy and the absolute frigid temperatures, which makes me so uncomfortable. I keep trying to think back on all of what I have already gone through and remember how far I have come. But when I am falling asleep sitting up on the couch while the little ones are running and playing, the older kids are doing chores, and Jesse is catching up on some emails, I feel like I just don't know how much longer I can keep all of this going.
God give me strength.
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