Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfiction)-> Tribute to Jack (written by Jeff)

Heya everyone. I know Alex normally writes on here, but he let me write a personal tribute to Jack on his page. I didn’t just want to post it on Facebook; I wanted to post it some place where everyone could see it. I don’t have a ton of Facebook friends, nor a lot of followers on Twitter or Insta. I know that a lot of friends of mine like to look at Alex’s site, so I thought hell why not. So, I wrote a poem for my dear pet Jack as well as what the future is going to hold.

“Goodbye my dear friend;

It was too soon for your life to come to an end.

You meant the world, everything to me;

You saved my family numerous times, don’t you see?

From a midnight robbery to a deadly forest fire;

You gave me everything, even my truest heart’s desire.

I wouldn’t be here without you;

I wish you could see it, because it’s true.

I will see you once again dear Jack;

I will find a way to bring you back.”

I know it sounds a little dark, but this was the only way I knew how to pay tribute to Jack. I would do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING to get Jack back. I’d give up my soul to the devil if that was even possible. My life has come to a standstill since what happened earlier today. I said so many things that I know I shouldn’t have. I want to thank you all for the support that everyone has given me within the past few hours. I feel better after writing this whole thing out for all to see.

I will say this right here and right now though, DO NOT ever let your pet off the lease in a park unless if it has a fenced area, and two is to never open your window when you have your dog in the backseat. 

(P.S. if you know of ANY kind of way that I can reconnect with Jack, or maybe even gain some closure, please feel free to let me know on my Twitter/Facebook which is JefferJack.)


(All rights of original story belong to Stephen King. This is a fan fiction based off the original stories of Pet Sematary and Pet Sematary 2.)

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Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic) Calm Before the Storm Met with Tragedy (WARNING explicit content)

Okay guys, this post is going to be a bit longer than usual and I might have to split this into a few different parts today. But, holy shit I have a lot of stuff to share. I think those people who enjoy the macabre and other horrors just might like this. In the most recent post, I had said that I encountered a few things in my waking life that had been in my dreams, before I get to that first, there is a few things I need to share. The reason why I need to share these things first is because they are heavily involved with what has been going on.

ALSO: WARNING to those who might be reading this. Parts of this entry includes explicit material that may not be suitable for others. Read at your own risk.

First off, thankfully the nightmares subsided and I had thoughts of maybe cancelling or rescheduling the appointment with my new doctor because of things getting better. I wasn’t really getting anymore nightmares, I was still doing good in school, and I made some new friends in my classes. However, I realized that after what happened this weekend that maybe it was best for me to still see my doctor.

Friday came around and neither one of us had to work! It was pretty sick. Usually that never happens with Jeff and I because of Target’s hours fluctuating. Thankfully, Danielle works only weekdays, so she had weekends off, which made this weekend the best one to do something. I think with the back to school jam being over with it being mid September and all, things were starting to slow down. So Danielle, Jeff, and I decided that maybe we should go do something fun this weekend. Jeff had one of his classmates of a small town called Firtip with an old-fashioned shopping square that sat in the middle of the town. Not too far away from the town sat a small lake called Saltlick and a park that overlooked it. It was about an hour and a half away. Jeff said that the town square as well as the park by the lake was dog friendly, so we decided to take Jack with us. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Saturday rolls by and we head out to Firtip at 8:30 sharp (Danielle’s idea, not mine. I hate getting up early). Regardless, we made it there at around 10 and had in my opinion, one of the best breakfasts I have ever had. We went to a restaurant called Bolly’s and oh. my. god. they have the BEST pancakes in the universe. And thankfully they allowed dogs so we were able to take Jack in with us. That boxer in Jack can sometimes make him a bit naughty, but he is (was) a good dog. Despite the fact that Jack was 10 years old, he still acted like a puppy at times. He begged for food from time to time and Jeff had a habit of sneaking a bit of bacon here and there. Jeff spoiled Jack.

After we go to the restaurant, we went to the bookstore, the antique shop, the pet store, and a number of boutiques that were in the square. Everything from the books to clothes and other antiques just blew my mind. I felt like I was living under a rock for so many years. I saw all kinds of stuff that I knew my mom, dad, and little sister would love. Not to mention, we loaded up on sugar at the local ice cream shop.

Next, we headed to the park right next to the lake. There was a small pier and dock that was set for people who wanted to boat or fish on the lake. The transition of summer to fall was so surreal. The mixture of green to fall hues being reflected off by the water caught my eye. This place was absolutely gorgeous. There were a few picnic areas that lined the shore of the lake. A small child, Doberman puppy, and two young parents played frisbee with one anonther; an older woman wearing blue neon clothing ran on a path through the park, and a middle aged couple sat at a picnic table that sat closest to the pier, drawing the lake with watercolors. As we stepped out, Jeff grabbed a blue frisbee, a chuck it toy, and a collapsable water bowl. We walked past the couple painting the lake and went off to a clearing that was surrounded by lots of greenery.

So all three of us and Jack played with the frisbee and the chuck it toy for about an hour or so. It felt so good just to get outside and feel the cool autumn breeze flow around us. It was refreshing. Suddenly, Jack stopped in his track and stared straight into the trees. Jack started to bark and then he took off.

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“Hey! Jack! Come back here!”

“Wait for us man!” Danielle and I took off after Jeff.

We chased after Jack for a good ten minutes or so. His barking only grew louder the longer we were darting through the trees. We could not see nor hear whatever it was that Jack was chasing. What was even weirder was that Jack almost never chased after anything. Not even bunnies or squirrels that would run around in our backyard. All three of us burst through a section of long grass and we were able to see Jack trying to scratch at a burrow that sat underneath a pile of rocks. He was foaming at the mouth and snarling viciously at what appeared to be small black paws from some sort of animal.

“Jack! No! Stop it Jack! Leave it!” Jeff ran after towards Jack and was able to pull him back by the collar. A massive black ball of fur jumped at Jack, scratched his eye and bit into his throat. It was what looked like a very old and injured dog of some sort. Danielle ran up to Jack and tried to grab his collar, but Jack bit the mangy dog straight into the skull and eye sockets, killing it instantly. Blood and foam ran down Jack’s mouth and he was covered in wet dirt and scratches. Jeff let go of Jack and kicked the dead dog numerous times. He picked up the dog’s carcass and threw it at the rocks. This wasn’t unlike Jeff, for he has lost his temper with people or things who have ever attempted to harm a single hair on that dog’s head. Jeff loved his family and friends, and this dog was his world. But Jesus Christ this was really really bad timing.

“Jeff, man stop it! We need to get Jack to the vet asap!” Jeff looked back at me without saying a single word, picked up Jack, and ran through the trees. Danielle and I chased after Jeff, got back to my car, and we sped off to find the nearest vet. The closest vet was 15 minutes away from the town square, and unfortunately we were at least 30 minutes away from the town square.

Jeff was in the backseat of my car and held onto Jack tight. Every so often, Jack would moan or whine in pain. Jeff used a towel and wrapped Jack’s neck as well as washing Jack’s eye. He put bottled water in the top cap and gently washed Jack’s eye.

“Alex, Danielle, I’m not sure if Jack is going to make it. He seems like he’s getting weaker.”

“Don’t worry man, we’re almost there!” God I really wished that was true, but that’s all I could really say in this situation.

“Hey, can you open one of the back windows a little bit so we can get some fresh air?” I did just that without hesitation. Jack jumped up and started to attempt to jump out the window. Jeff grabbed Jack who was half in and out of the window. Danielle screamed and I immediately pulled over. Jack slipped through the opening in the window and fell onto the asphalt. A loud snap was heard and then one final yelp. Jeff and Danielle rushed to the side of the road and pulled Jack back into the car.

“Oh my god Alex! Look at what you’ve done!” Jeff screamed at me. I looked back and Jeff and saw that Jack was lying completely limp. Unresponsive.

“Knock it off Jeff! It wasn’t Alex’s fault!”

Everyone went dead silent… a few minutes passed and we finally got to the emergency vet. Danielle, Jeff, a receptionist, and the vet carried Jack into one of the rooms and immediately put in an IV in his left arm and started CPR.

“Come on buddy. You can do this. Hang in there. You’ll make it.” Jeff kept saying that to Jack over and over, despite the fact that he was barely responsive to every possible form of stimuli.

After 25 minutes on the IV, CPR, and breath support… Jack was gone. Neither one of us could believe it. He passed away from the bite in his neck as well as snapping his spine when he jumped out of the car window. How is it that one bad event leading to another could lead to such a horrific death of an innocent dog? It just wasn’t right and it just wasn’t fair at all. Jeff was completely torn up about Jack passing away. We sat in the vet’s office for what felt like centuries. Jeff cried himself hoarse and refused to leave Jack’s side. I walked up to Jeff and put my arm around his shoulder.

“Al-alex, I’m really really sorry for what I said earlier… I-” He looked up at me. His eyes were completely bloodshot and it seemed that the life was drained from his face.

“It’s alright man. I understand.”

“No Alex, it’s not alright. Not with everything that you have been through before. I was out of line.”

“I know. But I still understand.”

Jeff decided to have Jack transported from the emergency vet clinic to the vet clinic in town. It was going to take up to 24 hours for Jack to be transported, but Jeff didn’t care. He needed time to decide on how to best handle the situation with Jack. The folks at the emergency vet were very kind about the situation and didn’t charge Jeff a single dime.

We got back home at around 6-7ish. No one talked for the rest of the drive back home, nor did anyone say a single word when we got back home. It was like this heaviness was put upon our shoulders when we walked into the door. Jack’s things sat in the living room and kitchen area. It was very haunting just to see those items sitting around. Jeff walked into his room, shut the door, and locked it. He stayed in there for the whole night without saying a single word. Danielle and I sat on our L-shaped couch and tried to watch Netflix. It just didn’t work. We decided to just go off to bed early instead. Truth be told is that we were all dead beat tired from today. How could such a wonderful day turn into one of the worst days of our lives within a matter of minutes, if not seconds?

The horror of the situation only continued to get worse. In the dead of night, I find myself to be wide awake and I see this face staring right at me. Jack, or this thing that looked like Jack was standing on top of me on my bed. Blood and saliva dripped from his jowels onto my sheets and skin. It was colder than ice. The thing opened it’s mouth and gave out a massive growl. The smell of death and decay was so overpowering that it caused me lean to my left and throw up onto the floor. I looked back up from my bed and saw that the thing was gone. The smell was still there even after the monstrocity disappeared.

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How was that even possible? Jack is dead! This can’t be possible. It had to have been a dream. Guys, the scary part about this situation is this isn’t even HALF of what transpired this weekend…

Part 1- Intro  |    Part 2- The Doctor’s Visit    |   Part 3- The Human Spirit Guide   |  Part 4- Intriguing Shrink’s Visit   |

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(All rights of original story belong to Stephen King. This is a fan fiction based off the original stories of Pet Sematary and Pet Sematary 2.)

Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic)- Intriguing Shrink’s Visit

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Holy crap guys! Before I get into the post, I want to say thank you so so so much for all of the support you have been giving to me. Your comments really do mean a lot to me. I never expected to have close to 5,000 people following me. It’s absolutely insane!

Anyway, the doctor’s visit… yeah… it sure was interesting. I’m not sure if I’m feeling 100% better after last night, but I think I managed to get some answers on what the hell is going on with me.

So I walked into his office, which is within a larger medical building that is interconnected with one of the local hospitals, Cunningway Hospital to be exact. It had weird vibes to it, but I think part of it had to do with me being so nervous! I asked Jeff and Danielle to come in with me so they could give some insight to the doctor on what I have been acting like when I sleep. I had to show up about 30 minutes early so I could fill out some paperwork. The office itself was very nice. It had light mocha colored walls, red and dark brown furniture, a couple fish tanks on each side of the waiting room, a light brown hardwood floor with a large round rug over the top of it, and soft classic music playing in the background. The front desk was at the middle of the room with one brown haired, blue eyed girl sitting at the desk. She was quite friendly! I could see other receptionists and nurses walking around the room, printing stuff, going through papers, working on computers, you know, basic doctor office stuff.

“Hello Alex! How are you doing today?” A tall, svelt, older gentleman walked through the door and waved hello to me. He had salt and pepper hair, a green dress shirt, black shoes, and tie, deep blue eyes and lightly tanned skin.

“I’m doing okay I guess.”

“Hm. Just okay?” I nodded then looked down at my feet. “My name is Doctor Shirley, but you can call me Steve.” He smiled sweetly and stuck out his hand to shake it. He had a firm, but not too harsh of a handshake. “So I hear that you have been getting some pretty nasty nightmares, is that right?”

“Yes.” I felt so nervous, I wanted to throw up. My stomach was churning and my hands were cold and clammy. I looked down at my feet a lot. ‘Thank god they’re not covered in mud’ I thought to myself.

“There’s nothing for you to be nervous about Alex! I’m a pretty harmless guy. I have worked with teens and young adults for over 35 years. I promise that there is nothing to worry about. Now, who are these two who have joined you today? Are they your friends?”

“Yes they are. This is Danielle and Jeff.” Both of them stuck out their hands and shook the doctor’s hand. “They’re just here for moral support, I guess you can say.”

“Have they signed our medical consent forms yet?”

“Yes they have.”

“Good good! Anyway, I have a few basic questions that I need you to answer for me. These are primarily ‘yes’ and ‘no’ questions. I just need to gather a little bit more information about you before we can move forward. Is that okay?”

“Oh yeah that’s fine with me.” The nervousness started to fade just a teeny tiny bit. I found that I was starting to regain a sense of control.

“Alrighty then, let’s begin!” The doctor took out a clipboard and a black pen which had a white feather glued on it. I thought it was quite clever. Going through all of these questions just tired me out. Don’t ask me why, they just did.

“It definitely sounds like you had a bit of a troubling past, is that right?”

“Yeah… I have. During all the crap that happened back then, I really felt like as though there was a point in time where my family wanted nothing to do with me. Though during those hard times I had the support of my two best buds. I don’t know where I would be without them.”

“Have you had any counseling in the past Alex?”

“Yes of course.”

“Is it okay for me to refer you to a local MFT?”

“Yeah, sure. Any help that you can give would be great.”

“Alrighty then! I will be referring you to a Dr. Creed. He is one of my trusted colleagues and a friend of the family since I was little.” My stomach dropped to the floor as soon as that name came up. My hands began to sweat again and I could feel myself get shaky. Doctor Creed… Creed was one of the names that ghost Pascow mentioned… Goddammit Alex get yourself together! It’s just a coincidence.

“At the end of the day Alex, it is your health that matters the most. Don’t let your past get in the way of what you want to do in the future. You are a very young, healthy, and intelligent young man with a positive future ahead of you. I can promise you that you will get through this and I will do everything in my power to help you.”

“Thank you so much for your help today Dr- I mean Steve.”

“Now Alex, I would like to meet up with you soon just to make sure that everything is going okay. Would week after next be okay with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Your friends can come too if you want.”

“I think I’m going to be going alone this time, no offense guys.” I felt bad for saying no to Danielle and Jeff. We have all been in the same classes, if not at least in one of our classes together throughout our whole lives. We were together almost all the time and were there for one another no matter what was going on. Like for example, when Danielle’s dad was in the hospital due to a heart attack during high school, we dropped everything we were during and were there for Danielle until her dad got out of the hospital.

“Nah, you’re good man. We totally understand.” Jeff gave a thumbs up and Danielle nodded in agreement. I gave out a sigh of relief knowing that I didn’t hurt their feelings.

“In the meantime Alex I want you to continue to take your medications normally. The only thing I would suggest for now before we visit again is to start to use more holisitcal approaches to your nightmares. Things such as Essential Oil diffusers, playing white noise in the background, ASMR, and other forms of stress releiving tactics could really be of use. I also advise for you to back off of caffeine as much as you can.”

“Okay, sounds good.” Some of the things he brought up were things that I have never heard of or even tried. It was worth a shot!

“Alrighty then! I’ll have you take these papers up to the front desk and they will help you set up another appointment soon. I will see you in about two weeks.”

“Thank you! I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”

I walked out the door, did my thing at the front desk, and all three of us headed out. As I walked out the front door of the doctor’s office, I took a deep breath, inhaling the cool autumn breeze, and exhaled slowly.

“How are you feeling Alex?” Jeff asked.

“Much better actually! I really like this doctor. Maybe even more than Dr. Daniels.”

“I’m not sure man, he seemed kinda off to me.” Danielle said. Both Jeff and I looked back at her in shock.

“What makes you say that Dani?” I was really taken aback by this. Danielle seldom talked about people like this. The only time she did was when something was really off. She’s really good at picking up on stuff like that.

“It’s just a feeling I guess. But, if he’s a good help to you Alex, then I have no right to say that.”

After the doctor’s visit, Jeff, Danielle, and I went out to a local cafe instead of Starbucks. It was called Vanilla Bean. It was a very sick cafe that was open from 8 am to 10 pm. It sat alongside the river and was about 15 minutes away from our house and around 20 minutes away from school. They served breakfast, lunch, and dinner at all times of the day. They were like an upscale version of Denny’s or Ihop. It was a hotspot for college students in the area for sure. We had coffee, brunch, and a whole lot of english rolls. They have the BEST rolls in the world.

The rest of the day went pretty well. No weird voices, no hallucinations, absolutely nothing! I took my medications normally and started doing what the doctor suggested for me to do. I got the diffuser and stuff from work after going to the Vanilla Bean. I set up my room with everything I needed and it was awesome. What was even better was that the nightmares stopped for a couple weeks. I was finally able to get some solid sleep and I didn’t feel so worn out during the day anymore. Every once in awhile I would see a fuzzy image of a wooden cross in a patch of crabgrass, but then the imagery would fade off into what I would consider to be a normal dream.

Except for last night. It was more than just a nightmare. This was a new reality for us all and there is no way out. The wooden cross, the rows of dead people, and even Pascow appeared once again, and I was fully awake.

Part 1- Introduction   |  Part 2- The Doctor’s Visit  |   Part 3- The Human Spirit Guide  |     |   Next Part   |

(All rights of original story belong to Stephen King. This is a fan fiction based off the original stories of Pet Sematary and Pet Sematary 2.)

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Falling Gravestones

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First and foremost, I am fake being of existance.

Also, I never truly was alive.

Life is just one big joke.

Life is something that never had existed, and probably never will.

I’ve been dead for so long, I forgot what it means to be alive.

Nothing reminds me of the so called life I once lived.

Go ask the ghosts who roam this field, they can’t remember either.

Ghosts around these parts say that these graves fall for those who have been dead for over a century.

Realistically, I suppose that would be true, except for one small thing….

And my reasoning to this matter is that doesn’t count the marauders who steal, tag, play games, or hold rituals around our graves.

Very few and between have come out of this boneyard alive.

Everyone who comes in will never, ever come out.

See, I know because that is what happened to me when I visited my dead daughter long, long ago…

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Dream Journal: Werewolves and School Lessons in a Cemetery

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Bare with me when I say that this dream is extremely difficult to describe. It’s even more difficult for me to describe how I feel in regards to this oddball dream. There’s nothing more to it than that.

So, the dream starts off with what seems to be entering different locations, almost like entering different dimensions per door I walk through. I go from a hallway which looked like it belonged to a school, very similar in nature to the college I am currently attending, but with a bit more of a white wash with green lockers on the walls. The next room I enter is a highway that goes through a small town which was surrounded with flat farmland. Eventually it led me to a bizarre cemetery.

This is no ordinary cemetery (of course it’s not an ordinary cemetery, when are my dreams anything ordinary?) it existed in a dimension of space and time where it was constantly shifting, changing, morphing, and rotating. I could recall working with the ghosts of children who passed over 200 years ago to help stop the growing of the mound. There were many other human and animal spirits who roamed around the cemetery as well. The mound that was in the middle of the cemetery that began to grow over time. Even the other parts of the cemetery morphed into anything from classrooms, open reception rooms, and the view of the top row of an indoor amphitheater which faced an old-fashioned stage. My goal was to work with the restless spirits to reconnect with their loved ones, move on into the light, and heal so they can rest peacefully. With every soul I helped, the more that the land of the cemetery would heal. Patches of dried earth, decrepid tombstones, and dead greenery were fully restored.

However, the mound turned into a massive wall of broken earth, trees, graves, and human spirits that made the wall glow between the cracks of the broken earth. Soon the land that surrounded the cemetery briefly turned into the streets which were not too far away from my home. The sky was overcast, the sidewalk was lined with perfectly shaped trees, and a variety of small and medium buildings surrounded the area. Everything seemed to be oddly clean. I quickly got into action, jumped upon the mound, and destroyed bit by bit with my bare hands. Some pieces were broken off by the light of my own heart. The restless spirits of the mound screamed at me as their own fort they built was destroyed. When I finished destroying the mound, I stared at them and told them they needed to move on. The spirits began to go to the left which led back into the old country highway.

Suddenly the cemetery morphed into the amphitheater that briefly disappeared during the whole ordeal of smashing the mound. I remember walking back and forth between a classroom filled with blue light from a projector, to a red carpeted hallway were some teens reached out to me for help, which in reality they really didn’t need my help. I reached the amphitheater where I could see an open door which led to a street on the left side of the stage. I got on the stage and was immediately pounced by a werewolf. It wasn’t any ordinary werewolf, it was one of my old teachers. I was frightened, thinking that this creature was going to tear me apart, but in reality the creature licked my face and was affectionate just like any beloved canine would. I felt a flash of warm, pink and red energy cover me as this happened. This happened several times when I was on the stage. The creature would pounce onto me and others would try to stop the werewolf. The werewolf tried to attack other people and I tried to stop him. But then I found myself turning into a werewolf. I felt free from the things that held me back. All of my problems seemed to have vanished. I howled and ran after the werewolf whom presumed to be one of my teachers.

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The Grove

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May 22nd 2015- Back to the Old Grove

           It’s been awhile since I’ve used this old thing… I thought that this journal could come in handy someday. I had always kept this in the back of my closet, gathering dust over the years. Something tragic has recently popped up in my life which has made me question what is reality and what is fiction. The idea of using this journal popped into my mind as soon as I got the phone call from my brother Josh to come back home to Ol’ Bakersway Michigan, my hometown. I have a feeling that keeping track of what’s going on in my head and my world will help make sense of things, and maybe perhaps find a way to add some closure to the madness that has ran rampant in my life. 

           So, Today on this muggy, warm, late spring day, I find myself to be in front of the endless set of stairs leading to ‘The Grove’, the local and ancient place of rest for those who are no longer with us. That’s what the old timers like to call it… ‘The Grove’. Its been awhile since I have been out here in  I believe the last time I’ve been here was when my mother passed away. The truth is… she had been very ill since the day I was born. I was about 16 years old, going onto 17 at that time. I was graduating within a couple of months and then going to the school of my dreams over 2,000 miles away from home…. 2,000 miles away from the edge of the Mid-west….

           Anyway, my apologies for my rambling! I have a bad habit of rambling from time to time… it’s a nervous habit… My mind is just all over the place. My name is Josephine Ganter, which everyone either calls me Joey or Jo. So… I haven’t been to this place in over 10 years. I’m 28 now, turning 29 next month. I moved away from Michigan shortly after my mother’s passing. The whole thing just… it came as a sudden shock to us all, especially with the fact that her oncologist Dr. Jason Manning told her that within a few months they’d be able to reduce the amount of chemo and radiation she was getting because they thought she was doing better. All of her medical tests turned up one hundred percent clean! Her blood tests came out mostly normal, the PET scans she took every month showed major progress, and she had more energy than ever before. Also before my mother passed she was given a bone marrow transplant (which I still thank the donor to this day) which we thought helped add an extra kick that she needed to fight this thing off. Dr. Manning was confident that a few months after the transplant my mom could possibly rid herself of the cancer and go into remission. Well, things didn’t go as planned.

            I can barely remember what really happened except for finding her on the bathroom floor in her bathrobe the morning after my graduated. Everything was just so sudden and so fast… everything feels like a blur. The only things that I vaguely remember was burying my mom up at The Grove then moving about a week or two after her passing. I don’t even remember the exact reason why my mother died. It still bugs me to this day that I don’t remember. As soon as everything was said and done about my mom, I decided it was time for me to go. My dad and little brother, Josh who was only about 16 at the time begged for me to stay for a little longer before school starts, but I couldn’t. My mind told me to get out of there as quickly as possible, which I still question why I had that thought, but who knows.

                  I moved to the west coast right by Portland, Oregon and got a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology at the University of Oregon. I found the love of my life, Steve Swanson. We met each other while during our Sophomore year at the University of Oregon. Steve had the same interest in Psychology and wanted to become a drug abuse counselor and I wanted to be an MFT. We both got married a few months after we graduated, Steve being 22 and me being 21. We have been together for nearly 8 years now and live in Oregon, in a townhouse not too far away from Portland. Everything has been perfect for us. The perfect jobs, the perfect marriage, the perfect home, and the perfect life. I’m a hair away from finishing my Master’s Degree through an Online University and Steve was working his way up to get promoted at the psych center he works at. One phone call dramatically changed all of that. Like I mentioned earlier, it was from my brother Josh, whom I have barely heard or seen from since I moved. He told me the heart crushing news that our Dad had passed away from an aneurism and that was a hard thing to swallow. I loved my dad so, so much. We used to be very close, and we still were even after I moved. We emailed each other, talked on the phone, and had Skyping sessions all the time. He was such a loving man that would never hurt a fly. He treated me, Mom, and Josh very well growing up. Dad even came to my graduation, Steve’s graduation, and attended our wedding. Even Steve was really close with my Dad. Whenever Dad would visit, sometimes Steve would take Dad out to go golfing, play tennis, go bowling, or chat over a couple beers and dinner. It was so wonderful… up until the last six months or so then I started to hear from my Dad less and less…

               While talking to Josh, he had told me that he had temporarily moved back in with Dad to help take care of him for a bit, but I had no knowledge of this until he told me. Josh had only come to visit once or twice, gosh I can’t even remember how long ago it was since the last time he visited. I know Josh was always someone that always kept to himself. He was always really busy with whatever he did.  He became a college professor at a University which was a few hours away from home, but he had put some of that on hold to help with Dad. I really wish he would have told me sooner. I guess from what Josh told me is that Dad got really, really sick before he passed away. He had constant headaches, ear and sinus infections that would not go away. Not even doctors could figure out what was wrong with my Dad. It was so strange to hear all of this, I found it all hard to accept.

                 I mean, thinking logically I knew Dad had developed a number of health problems as he got older like Hypertension, Arthritis, High cholesterol, Chronic back issues, and Borderline Diabetes. And I also knew that Dad wasn’t going to live forever… but I never saw this coming. All of a sudden, everything about my mom’s death came flooding back to my current state of consciousness and I lost all control. Thank god Steve was home at the time, I don’t know what I would have done without him. I remember standing there in the middle of the cherry oak and drywall covered entryway, then the next thing I knew I was then on the couch with Steve. He had told me that I had fainted so he picked me up and put me on the couch. I told him what Josh told me on the phone and cried and cried and cried. I’ve never cried like that in my life until now. I told Steve that I needed to go back to Bakersway for a bit to attend my Dad’s funeral. Steve had never ever been to my hometown with me for I never really wanted to go back there. He didn’t take no for an answer and we booked the trip to go back to my hometown. Steve and I went officially went on LOA about a week ago and then we went back to my hometown….

            So, here we are now. It’s just me standing here before the steps of The Grove… my Dad’s funeral isn’t for another week… but I have yet to stop in to see my mother’s grave, not since before I moved. It’s further back… quite a bit further back… oh should I go in there? … what should I do? What can I do? I’m going to leave this entry here for now then log something in here later… 

Joey


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