Press the pause button

I'm new at this blogging thing, but I think I will enjoy it.  I chose the title Press the Pause Button because so many times in life I wish that I had that magic button to push so that I could pause and reflect or decide what would be best or maybe just to rest.  The rest part is more common the older I get.  A little bit about me:  I'm a 54 year old working mom and wife.  I have my own business helping other businesses with their computer accounting needs.  I have two sons, Karl - Age 22 and Andrew - Age 19.  My father passed away in 1985 when I was 28 and my mother passed in 2000 right before my 43th birthday.
My childhood was good, there wasn't any abuse or trauma.  I didn't have a good track record with romance in my teens and during my early adulthood - I always chose the wrong "type" to fall in love with.  But my first experience with "Push the Pause Button" was when my father died. 
I was living around 4 hours away from my parents in 1985 when I got the call that my father had had a heart attack and was being taken to the hospital.  This was before cell phones, so the initial phone call was all I had to go on.  I needed to find someone to watch after my apartment and needed to call my boss to tell him that I wouldn't be in the next day, pack and drive the 4 hours.  By the time I got to my hometown, my Dad had passed and everything was over with.  I stayed with my mom and helped with the planning of the funeral and the wake afterward.  By the time I got back to my apartment and my job it was a week later.  I had to jump back into my life as if nothing had happened.  I was attending night classes at a local junior college and working.  I lived by myself.  Staying busy when you are grieving is good, but you want so badly to "Press the Pause Button" and have everything stop for a little while so you can regroup and deal with reality.  My dad wasn't the most demonstrative in the love department but you just knew he was there when you needed him.  He was my life mentor, he was bigger than life and I missed him, I still do 26 years later.