This one is kind of sad and really has nothing to do with music.. musique is just in the story a little bit so I’m sorry if it doesn’t fit into the rules..
As all of my close Friends know my grandpa (Deda) died today November 25th, 2008 around 11:30 am.
I received a call from my dad that jour while I was playing Call of Duty. I remember it well I was killing Germans and didn’t have a care in the world. I knew my grandpa was in the hospital, but I knew deep down in my cœur, coeur he would get better. I’m sad to say that I was wrong. When my dad called he a dit I should hop into the car and come down to the hospital. I knew what the hospital meant and scrabbled to get ready. While getting ready I was shuffling through my bureau looking for the silver traverser, croix that he gave me. I didn’t find the traverser, croix that day, but I did find a birthday card that I had bought three years ago. Every an on my grandpa’s birthday which was March 23rd I wouldn’t be able to find the card. When I couldn’t find it I’d say “o I’ll just give it to him suivant year.” I HATE taking things for granted.
After I had gotten dressed in a white tank top, blue jeans, black Converse and my letter veste I hopped into my white Honda CRV. I remember like this was yesterday. I put in a cd. It was the Goo Goo Dolls: Greatest Hits. I listened to Let l’amour In, Slide, and Iris almost the whole way there. I was chant along, hoping I’d get to the hospital in time. About 25 minutes later I was parking into a handicapped parking spot. I honestly didn’t car if I got a ticket my only concern was getting there in time to say goodbye.
I ran to the elevator and pressed the number 4. The elevator took me up the fourth floor, and I quickly asked the lady at the bureau where Bob Marsh’s room was. She told me and I thanked her kindly and quickly then took off toward the direction of the room. I was happy I thought I had made it, but that happiness was short lived. I saw my grandma in the corner suivant to the lit crying and my dad staring out the window into nothingness. I quickly looked at the lit to see my grandpa’s mouth hanging open and could tell he was not breathing. I whispered needing it to hear it from somebody to make sure it was true. “Is he?” I whispered fearing the answer that I knew was true. I looked at my grandmas tear ridden blue eyes when she a dit yes.
When I knew it was true that my grandpa was really dead. I had a flashback to the Sunday when I saw him alive for the last time. He was gasping for breath and tried to talk. I know I couldn’t understand him, but I told him I loved him and that I always would. I know with his eyes he was communicating that he loved me too. The family (my dad, grandma, and I) talked, cried and waited for the funeral people to get to the hospital. When I saw them walk through the door in their black Suits – Avocats sur Mesure that made it all the plus real. That’s when I realized that this is one of the last times I’d ever see him.
I’m right now at my grandma (Mena’s) house with her and my dad. The world already seems different. I’m seeing the world in a different light than I had ever seen it before. I had to have some closure so I went into my grandpa’s room. That is one of the most horrible ideas I have ever come up with. When I walked in the light was off. I turned the switch on and the light filled the room. I saw the last hat he had ever worn which was a hat I gave him. It a dit the world’s greatest grandpa and it was a cream colored hat, I saw his watch and his pill holder. With shaking hands I picked up the pill holder and opened it. It still had 2 pills in it. That’s when I Lost composure, I sat on his lit and cried like there was no tomorrow.
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When I was younger I thought he was indestructible. There was only one time I couldn’t stay at Deeda’s house because he was sick. It was when I was older I found out he wasn’t indestructible when I found at before I was born he had, had a cœur, coeur attack and a stroke. From what he told I the stroke almost took him, but there was a voice telling him to go back it wasn’t his time. He came back, and was around for 25 plus years.
We always hang out on Fridays and I would always stay over. One of my biggest memories I have is when he had his small red truck. He would drive with the window down. Sometimes his hat wouldn’t be on all the way and it would fly off his head and out the window. He would always stop and turn back around and go find his hat. He would always say “Never leave a hat behind.” One time we had to though it disappeared we couldn’t find it. That was his trademark though Deda always had a hat on. The only time he didn’t have one on was when he was at church.
We saw films all the time when he was younger and healthier. Another thing he would always do is when I would not mind my parents he would always say “Mel toi need to mind your parents toi don’t know how long you’ll have them and you’ll regret it if toi don’t mind them.” My favori of course was Lion King (saw it 32 times in the theater). I’m surprised that seeing Lion King at least 300 times in his lifetime didn’t kill him.
We'd go to Chuckie Cheese's and I would always get my face painted. Another one of my favori films when I was younger was Disney's Robin capuche, hotte with the animals. I would get him to sit in the booth and I would pretend I was Robin capuche, hotte and that he was the evil Prince John and I would go and steal his or (tokens.) Another memory I have is when I was younger I adored Scooby Doo. So every time Scooby Doo was on TV I had to call Deda and tell him Scooby Doo was on. As the years wore on I started to like John Wayne films as well as classics like Casablanca, and The Wizard of Oz. He knew that I liked these films and would call me and tell me that The Searchers ou Casablanca was on. Instead of me calling him about Scooby Doo he’d call and tell me when a movie was on. Also when he took me to McDonalds and they had ball pits (yes I know that was a long time ago.) but we'd steal balls from the ball pit. I don't know why but we would. We'd always make midnight runs to Wal-Mart. Another is when we would go to Putt Putt’s Mini-Golf Course. We would also steal the golf balls from Putt Putt’s. Also when I hit it to hard and it went out of the park I was so small that I could fit in between the rails and go get it. He’d always say “Mel be careful and don’t get stuck your parents would kill me.” Another big movie from my childhood that Deda introduced me to was Old Yeller, and The Pebble and the Penguin.
God, I don't know what I'd do if he was never in my life. All I can do is thank God for all the time I had even though I don't think it was enough. He put me in his life for a reason and me in his for a reason.
All my grandma (Mena) keeps telling me is how much he loved me and that he would do anything for me. He was always at my beck and call and I feel like I took it for granted.
Mena says that I didn't but I can't help how I feel. I loved my Deda with all my cœur, coeur there will always be a little piece missing that is just for him.
Deeda, I just want toi to know I loved toi plus than life itself. I'm glad I had toi in my life for 17 years even though I didn't think that was enough time. I have to look at all the good times we had and tell my kids about toi and the times we had.
I also think about it this way now you’re with Caroline you'll get to know her since her time was cut short.
Deda I l’amour toi so much, and I know this pain will heal eventually. Just know a piece of my cœur, coeur will always belong to toi and died when toi did. I l’amour toi so much and I'm glad that toi are out of pain. It was horrible seeing toi that way, but I just had to see toi one plus time so I wouldn't regret it.
R.I.P.
Bobby Neil Marsh (Deda)
March 27, 1932- November 25, 2008
I l’amour toi and always will. Hopefully I'll see toi one day.
Melanie Ann Marsh
Thank toi for reading.. Again I'm sorry if it doesn't fit into the non-fic thing.
As all of my close Friends know my grandpa (Deda) died today November 25th, 2008 around 11:30 am.
I received a call from my dad that jour while I was playing Call of Duty. I remember it well I was killing Germans and didn’t have a care in the world. I knew my grandpa was in the hospital, but I knew deep down in my cœur, coeur he would get better. I’m sad to say that I was wrong. When my dad called he a dit I should hop into the car and come down to the hospital. I knew what the hospital meant and scrabbled to get ready. While getting ready I was shuffling through my bureau looking for the silver traverser, croix that he gave me. I didn’t find the traverser, croix that day, but I did find a birthday card that I had bought three years ago. Every an on my grandpa’s birthday which was March 23rd I wouldn’t be able to find the card. When I couldn’t find it I’d say “o I’ll just give it to him suivant year.” I HATE taking things for granted.
After I had gotten dressed in a white tank top, blue jeans, black Converse and my letter veste I hopped into my white Honda CRV. I remember like this was yesterday. I put in a cd. It was the Goo Goo Dolls: Greatest Hits. I listened to Let l’amour In, Slide, and Iris almost the whole way there. I was chant along, hoping I’d get to the hospital in time. About 25 minutes later I was parking into a handicapped parking spot. I honestly didn’t car if I got a ticket my only concern was getting there in time to say goodbye.
I ran to the elevator and pressed the number 4. The elevator took me up the fourth floor, and I quickly asked the lady at the bureau where Bob Marsh’s room was. She told me and I thanked her kindly and quickly then took off toward the direction of the room. I was happy I thought I had made it, but that happiness was short lived. I saw my grandma in the corner suivant to the lit crying and my dad staring out the window into nothingness. I quickly looked at the lit to see my grandpa’s mouth hanging open and could tell he was not breathing. I whispered needing it to hear it from somebody to make sure it was true. “Is he?” I whispered fearing the answer that I knew was true. I looked at my grandmas tear ridden blue eyes when she a dit yes.
When I knew it was true that my grandpa was really dead. I had a flashback to the Sunday when I saw him alive for the last time. He was gasping for breath and tried to talk. I know I couldn’t understand him, but I told him I loved him and that I always would. I know with his eyes he was communicating that he loved me too. The family (my dad, grandma, and I) talked, cried and waited for the funeral people to get to the hospital. When I saw them walk through the door in their black Suits – Avocats sur Mesure that made it all the plus real. That’s when I realized that this is one of the last times I’d ever see him.
I’m right now at my grandma (Mena’s) house with her and my dad. The world already seems different. I’m seeing the world in a different light than I had ever seen it before. I had to have some closure so I went into my grandpa’s room. That is one of the most horrible ideas I have ever come up with. When I walked in the light was off. I turned the switch on and the light filled the room. I saw the last hat he had ever worn which was a hat I gave him. It a dit the world’s greatest grandpa and it was a cream colored hat, I saw his watch and his pill holder. With shaking hands I picked up the pill holder and opened it. It still had 2 pills in it. That’s when I Lost composure, I sat on his lit and cried like there was no tomorrow.
----------------------------This is where I ramble I’m sorry-------------------------------
When I was younger I thought he was indestructible. There was only one time I couldn’t stay at Deeda’s house because he was sick. It was when I was older I found out he wasn’t indestructible when I found at before I was born he had, had a cœur, coeur attack and a stroke. From what he told I the stroke almost took him, but there was a voice telling him to go back it wasn’t his time. He came back, and was around for 25 plus years.
We always hang out on Fridays and I would always stay over. One of my biggest memories I have is when he had his small red truck. He would drive with the window down. Sometimes his hat wouldn’t be on all the way and it would fly off his head and out the window. He would always stop and turn back around and go find his hat. He would always say “Never leave a hat behind.” One time we had to though it disappeared we couldn’t find it. That was his trademark though Deda always had a hat on. The only time he didn’t have one on was when he was at church.
We saw films all the time when he was younger and healthier. Another thing he would always do is when I would not mind my parents he would always say “Mel toi need to mind your parents toi don’t know how long you’ll have them and you’ll regret it if toi don’t mind them.” My favori of course was Lion King (saw it 32 times in the theater). I’m surprised that seeing Lion King at least 300 times in his lifetime didn’t kill him.
We'd go to Chuckie Cheese's and I would always get my face painted. Another one of my favori films when I was younger was Disney's Robin capuche, hotte with the animals. I would get him to sit in the booth and I would pretend I was Robin capuche, hotte and that he was the evil Prince John and I would go and steal his or (tokens.) Another memory I have is when I was younger I adored Scooby Doo. So every time Scooby Doo was on TV I had to call Deda and tell him Scooby Doo was on. As the years wore on I started to like John Wayne films as well as classics like Casablanca, and The Wizard of Oz. He knew that I liked these films and would call me and tell me that The Searchers ou Casablanca was on. Instead of me calling him about Scooby Doo he’d call and tell me when a movie was on. Also when he took me to McDonalds and they had ball pits (yes I know that was a long time ago.) but we'd steal balls from the ball pit. I don't know why but we would. We'd always make midnight runs to Wal-Mart. Another is when we would go to Putt Putt’s Mini-Golf Course. We would also steal the golf balls from Putt Putt’s. Also when I hit it to hard and it went out of the park I was so small that I could fit in between the rails and go get it. He’d always say “Mel be careful and don’t get stuck your parents would kill me.” Another big movie from my childhood that Deda introduced me to was Old Yeller, and The Pebble and the Penguin.
God, I don't know what I'd do if he was never in my life. All I can do is thank God for all the time I had even though I don't think it was enough. He put me in his life for a reason and me in his for a reason.
All my grandma (Mena) keeps telling me is how much he loved me and that he would do anything for me. He was always at my beck and call and I feel like I took it for granted.
Mena says that I didn't but I can't help how I feel. I loved my Deda with all my cœur, coeur there will always be a little piece missing that is just for him.
Deeda, I just want toi to know I loved toi plus than life itself. I'm glad I had toi in my life for 17 years even though I didn't think that was enough time. I have to look at all the good times we had and tell my kids about toi and the times we had.
I also think about it this way now you’re with Caroline you'll get to know her since her time was cut short.
Deda I l’amour toi so much, and I know this pain will heal eventually. Just know a piece of my cœur, coeur will always belong to toi and died when toi did. I l’amour toi so much and I'm glad that toi are out of pain. It was horrible seeing toi that way, but I just had to see toi one plus time so I wouldn't regret it.
R.I.P.
Bobby Neil Marsh (Deda)
March 27, 1932- November 25, 2008
I l’amour toi and always will. Hopefully I'll see toi one day.
Melanie Ann Marsh
Thank toi for reading.. Again I'm sorry if it doesn't fit into the non-fic thing.