Is my room haunted? o.O
So, I get home from school right? And I notice that a few things are missing from the top of my computer desk, like my Joker card my dad sent me for my birthday, my Bullet For My Valentine Live at Brixton DVD, and a monster can (I collect them). The Joker card is propped open and so is my DVD. Well, it wasnt where it usually is. It was laying on my keyboard like it fell. I asked my mom if she came in my room to get something and hit my desk knocking them over. She said she didn't. Well, someone hit my desk cause those things are positioned so that they won't fall over. My moms and I have been joking about how the bat cave aka my room, is haunted. Well, now I kinda thinks its true. Because that is just to weird!
Tomorrow is Febuary 17th, the worst day in history. Why? Because a ago tomorrow God took a great man from the world. Who is this man you ask? My grandfather. My grandfather was the most incredible man you'd ever meet. He was a musican, a great one at that. He played guitar and sang. And he had an eye for the strangest things. What other people saw as trash my grandfather saw as art. Hm, I wonder where I get that from? He also was a shopoloic. He loved to shop. Ebay was his favorite place, and he bought really weird things. He liked nudes. Nude pictures, painting, sculpures, anything really. Not pornish nudes, but the art aspect of it. He's got loads of them in his basement. All in sheet protectors. And some still in the package they were shipped in. He also really like mermaids. Im not sure if it was the nude aspect of them or just because they were something he enjoyed, but he had this really cool set of door beads made out of wood that had a mermaid on them. He loved being in the basement. But his wife, my grandmother, has had five strokes so she's not the most enjoyable person to be around. I, personally dont like being around her. She scares the shit out of me. But he loved her and knew it wasnt her fault she was the way she was and he did everything for her. But when he needed to be alone and have his "me" time he would escape down to the basement with an old acoustic and play for hours.
I kinda hate to say it, but I believe my grandmother killed my grandfather. She always insisted on eating out and he had to watch what he ate because he was diabedic (I hope thats spelled right, if it's not you guys know what I mean.) He also had to watch when he ate, she knew all this. But she didnt care. She wanted to eat where she wanted to and when. She just put more stress on him and his weak heart couldnt take it. And putting a 60 year old man through open heart surgery is not the more brillant idea either. The things that hurt the most are 1) I didn't get to say goodbye. He didn't really die, they had to pull the plug on him because there was no chance of him ever leaving the hospital and he didnt want to live like that. I was at band practice since it was a thursday, and I found out when I got home. 2) I didnt go to his funeral. I can not handle funerals. The last one I went to I cried the whole freakin time and after that. We just dont mix well, but now that I didnt go I regret it as everyone said I would. They recorded it though because they said it was fun. They didnt make it sad because thats not how my granddad lived. He was always happy, always singing.
He was also so open-minded. When my mom first came out and brought her partner around my grandmother she hated it. But my grandfather? He loved my moms partner like she was his daughter as well. But thats just how he was. And even though he grew up in the time period homosexuality was very frowned upon he didnt care. My mom was happy and so were we which is all he wanted. He would always joke around with Jennifer. And give her the biggest hugs. God, he always gave the best hugs. He would give you these bear hugs and shake his butt so you kinda shook with him. I don't, just something about the way he hugged you made them the best.
I didn't get much from his passing. The only thing I have of his is his Air Force dogtag which I never let leave my neck unless Im showering, and a flannel because thats all he wore. And I have yet to wear the flannel because it still smells like him and I dont want the smell to go away, because I know I cant get it back. I miss him alot. Tomorrow is going to be rough for me. :/
Anyways, how has everyones week been? Good I hope! Love you all!
xoxox
thexpoison
Tomorrow is Febuary 17th, the worst day in history. Why? Because a ago tomorrow God took a great man from the world. Who is this man you ask? My grandfather. My grandfather was the most incredible man you'd ever meet. He was a musican, a great one at that. He played guitar and sang. And he had an eye for the strangest things. What other people saw as trash my grandfather saw as art. Hm, I wonder where I get that from? He also was a shopoloic. He loved to shop. Ebay was his favorite place, and he bought really weird things. He liked nudes. Nude pictures, painting, sculpures, anything really. Not pornish nudes, but the art aspect of it. He's got loads of them in his basement. All in sheet protectors. And some still in the package they were shipped in. He also really like mermaids. Im not sure if it was the nude aspect of them or just because they were something he enjoyed, but he had this really cool set of door beads made out of wood that had a mermaid on them. He loved being in the basement. But his wife, my grandmother, has had five strokes so she's not the most enjoyable person to be around. I, personally dont like being around her. She scares the shit out of me. But he loved her and knew it wasnt her fault she was the way she was and he did everything for her. But when he needed to be alone and have his "me" time he would escape down to the basement with an old acoustic and play for hours.
I kinda hate to say it, but I believe my grandmother killed my grandfather. She always insisted on eating out and he had to watch what he ate because he was diabedic (I hope thats spelled right, if it's not you guys know what I mean.) He also had to watch when he ate, she knew all this. But she didnt care. She wanted to eat where she wanted to and when. She just put more stress on him and his weak heart couldnt take it. And putting a 60 year old man through open heart surgery is not the more brillant idea either. The things that hurt the most are 1) I didn't get to say goodbye. He didn't really die, they had to pull the plug on him because there was no chance of him ever leaving the hospital and he didnt want to live like that. I was at band practice since it was a thursday, and I found out when I got home. 2) I didnt go to his funeral. I can not handle funerals. The last one I went to I cried the whole freakin time and after that. We just dont mix well, but now that I didnt go I regret it as everyone said I would. They recorded it though because they said it was fun. They didnt make it sad because thats not how my granddad lived. He was always happy, always singing.
He was also so open-minded. When my mom first came out and brought her partner around my grandmother she hated it. But my grandfather? He loved my moms partner like she was his daughter as well. But thats just how he was. And even though he grew up in the time period homosexuality was very frowned upon he didnt care. My mom was happy and so were we which is all he wanted. He would always joke around with Jennifer. And give her the biggest hugs. God, he always gave the best hugs. He would give you these bear hugs and shake his butt so you kinda shook with him. I don't, just something about the way he hugged you made them the best.
I didn't get much from his passing. The only thing I have of his is his Air Force dogtag which I never let leave my neck unless Im showering, and a flannel because thats all he wore. And I have yet to wear the flannel because it still smells like him and I dont want the smell to go away, because I know I cant get it back. I miss him alot. Tomorrow is going to be rough for me. :/
Anyways, how has everyones week been? Good I hope! Love you all!
xoxox
thexpoison