My godfather was pronounced dead at 2:30pm today. He's been in bad shape since he had a stroke a few months back, he was never as witty or as sharp and loud as he used to be after that stroke, and about a week ago, he had to go back to the hospital. I'm not too clear on what happened, but he hasn't been able to talk or move for days now, basically his brain was dying. I knew it was going to happen, I knew the plan was to find matches for his organs and then they would pull the plug. . . I /knew/ that but I just feel so sad. I mean, this was the guy who used to call me his sweet potato and give me piggy-back rides at the airport whenever I was up there, hes the guy who gave me his incredibly expensive guitar when I decided I wanted to learn how to play, and he was there when I was born, and was one of the first people to hold me, and even though we weren't blood-related, he was more of a grandfather to me than mine ever have been. I feel like poop because I can't remember the last time I saw him or my godmother, I can't remember the last time I've gone to the airport for the pancake breakfast to see alot of the other adults who made up my childhood. I wish so much I had been able to talk to him one more time to tell him how much he meant to me and how much I love him and my godmother. So, to those of you who have grandparents or godparents, tell them how much you love them now, before its too late.


RIP Bob Z.