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YSTH :Prologue: The Nightmare
Life. The word that is the very reason the universe was created. Before humans appeared, other creatures walked among the Earth, making them somewhat rulers of their world. However, no one knows when life would soon end, for during their time, a meteor crashed into their surface causing their world to become grim. Their water dried out, the food burnt up, the devourers starved to death, and soon, all that inhabited life was dead in a matter of seconds. Life had been taken away from under their noses.
As the years past, humans were then created as the first man walked on the surface of the Earth. Soon, human beings, changing the world with ideas, dreams, accomplishments, and power, inhabited the world. No one would have suspected that his or her lives might end any moment, at any time. It just didn't seem to be the main idea to be worried about
so they thought. Life would, yet again, be put to an end
with no warning and no reason, what so ever.
It is these sayings that have dr
- Chapter 1: *Prologue* Nightmare
YSTH :Chapter 2: Falling Stars
Opening his eyes to see nothing but darkness, Yakko shot up from his covers, taking in heavy breaths. His entire body trembled; sweat poured down his face as he clenched his blanket. The nightmare had really spooked him. He took a quick glance around the room, realizing that he was now in his bed. Taking a heavy sigh of relief, Yakko plopped back into his mattress, slowly closing his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
"What happened?" A familiar liver-pool voice cried.
Hearing that voice, Yakko jumped up from his covers causing him to bonk his head on the bunker of his bed. Rubbing his bump that had formed, Yakko frowned at the person who had spoken: Wakko. He was tilting from his top bunker, holding on to the edge with his tail as he hovered over his brother's. Yakko could see that he was wearing his sky blue night suit, with little buttons snapped closed to hold the outfit together. Knowing that he wasn't amused from the unexpected wake up call, Wakko gave a sheepish grin, letting h
- Chapter 2: Falling Stars
YSTH :Chapter 3: Target
It's time for An-i-ma-ni-acs~
And we're zany to the max!
A pair of crimson red eyes fixated on the screen as it displayed the three children running away from a man, who was incredibly o beast, trying to capture them with a butterfly net.
"What nonsense." The woman muttered. With her hand holding a beautifully crafted wine glass, she quietly took a sip of the drink, giving into the taste as it slowly slipped down to her mouth.
The monitor began to make a slight noise of static as the clip had suddenly changed to another scene. It still showed the same children, but now they were dressed in formal clothing, acting out as if they were trying to impress someone. The woman chuckled when she watched them get rejected and thrown out from the party. How they all shared the same look of sadness made her smile with satisfaction.
That smile had quickly faded away when she saw the oldest one, Yakko Warner, suddenly turn the tables around with a look of utter determination that glowed in hi
- Chapter 3: Target
To all who watch me or visit my page, be aware that you are to treat others how YOU want to be treated! If I see anyone that breaks this rule, I'll give you a warning, and if you break it again, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!! More info here
Warning. Long paragraph is long.
Earlier this morning, between 4:30 and 5:30 AM, Zeyda (Yiddish for Grandpa) passed away.
He was currently 'staying' at my Uncle Scott's house, where both my Aunt and Uncle were taking care of him along with a Hospice home care. I didn't even know a Hospice had a stay in home option but nevertheless they managed to have Hospice Workers(?) come over and take care of Zeyda when they finally got him settled in Scott's house. I guess the reason they chose to do this was because Zeyda was a very violent/aggressive man; couple weeks ago when Dad and Uncle Scott decided to take him to the Hospital, Zeyda was cursing and screaming at all the nurses and doctors and wanted to leave. I think Dad said that he tried punching one of them, but ether way it sounded bad. So it was a little surprising for me to hear that he actually behaved himself when the Hospice workers were cleaning him up.
I guess it's obvious by now that I don't seem to be too upset about his passing because....honestly, I wasn't that close to him, and it kinda concerns me since while I am upset about this, I'm not nearly upset as I was when Bubbe (Yiddish for Grandma) passed away. It's kinda complicated, and maybe a little rude on my end, but I guess it's taking a while for me to let it sink in. I talked to dad on the phone this morning and hope everything was going okay. They found out about Zeyda's passing when my Uncle Larry went to go check on him. According to dad, he was alive at 4:30 AM, and then about an hour later, Larry went back to check on him, and he was gone.
Of course the feeling of relief is there but it's still saddening that he's gone. He was their father after all and now with him gone, my Dad and my Uncles are now parentless and that's what makes me sad. I just wish I was a little more upset about this then how I am now.
Zeyda was suffering from many problems; Bladder Cancer, I believe Kidney Cancer, Compressed bladder, had a...shit I forgot what it's called, some sort of cardiac machine. Not a monitor, it was something that sorta replaced or helped the heart, ether way he was given that several years ago when he had a heart attack, and a bad hip, despite replacing it, lost most of his taste buds, and his hearing was going out despite the hearing aid, which was broken but he refused to go get it fixed. To top it off, he was a chain smoker; I mean a really heavy chain smoker that the house had soot all over the floor and everything would smell like cigarettes.
The only reason he was suffering through all this was because he was very stubborn. Zeyda used to be a doctor when he was younger, and I guess there's some sort of code where doctors don't like to be checked by other doctors, or at least that's how it was with Zeyda. So no matter how many times we tried to reason with him, he just wouldn't do it or come up with many many excuses. Hell he's mind was so far gone, would also forget or mix up the dates that it'd be frustrating with everyone. Or his reasoning about certain topics were so random that it made no sense to us but perfect sense to him.
I remember a time where we were visiting Uncle Scott and Dad, Uncle Scott, and Aunt Catherine tried discussing with him that perhaps it was time for him to move into a retirement home or whatever it's called. I always get the names wrong. Anyway, it turned into a huge argument where Zeyda said that he's completely fine and doesn't need to live there to which Dad argued that it was complete bullshit since earlier that day both Dad and I heard Zeyda complain about his stomach bothering him, and later at lunch he barely touched his food, but Zeyda denied it thinking that Dad was making it up and then started ranting on about nonsense he thought was relevant to the conversation which drove everyone nuts. So in case any of you ask if we tried putting him to those homes, we tried. Believe me; we tried.
So he would stay in that old house of his, where it was slowly rotting each day. I can't even BEGIN with the details of just how gross it was that I would refuse wanting to go there because UGH it was disgusting. It was really sad watching him do this to himself and there were many times where I asked dad why let him do this to himself if he's only going to get worse? Why can't we just force him to move in or accept help? I know it sounded wrong, but hearing Dad and the family share their concerns and frustrated with the failed attempts, I felt we had to do SOMETHING. However, nothing you could do nor say would get through Zeyda. I know I've stated his stubborness more then once but man, he would get SO ridiculous, he made a mule look convincing for once.
In fact there were so many times where I felt awkward when left alone with Zeyda. Due to his lose of hearing, I literally had to yell and shout at him just so he could hear me, and coming from me, who's voice is loud enough as it is, that's saying something. I couldn't help but feel somewhat disrespectful when I would have to yell at him but what else can you do when someone can't hear you?
Other moments were when I went with Dad and Zeyda to get a new phone at a Sam's Club, and due to his memory, Zeyda would constantly ask us if we wanted to get a hot dog despite the numerous times we've told him that we were going to eat after we got our phones. Zeyda walks to the Cafeteria at some point, and after a couple of minutes, I headed for his direction only to find him eating a hot dog. Knowing that there was not much to do, I just gave up and sat in the table playing my 3Ds, noticing him turning his head via peripheral vision and then said,
"Manda, I just noticed something."
Not removing my eyes from my game, I asked, "What's that?"
"There's a lot of fat people around here."
...The moment I heard him say that, I closed my 3Ds, suddenly nervous due to us being in THE CAFETERIA.
"Um...why do you say that?"
He goes on about how folks are always attracted to places that have food or something about eating and how obesity was a big problem but don't seem to care about it and talks about how folks were back at his day. Trying my best to humor him, and keep his voice down, I discussed how I didn't see it as the main problem as I went on about the media being fixated on making Women look like sex symbols and pressuring people to look a certain way and that being any sort of weight or look was ugly, along with milking with the mix messages that men were suppose to be big buff and strong and dominant over women (misogynists, STFU and GTFO!)
Yet despite all that, he interpreted it as me saying 'I don't see it.' and then said, "What do you mean you don't see it? They're walking all over the place!"
That moment his voice got loud and started getting worried that he would attract attention and tried to quiet him down as he kept ranting on and being extremely rude. I couldn't deal with him anymore when he suddenly went 'Look at this broad here with her FAT ASS.' and left after that statement, silently apologizing to all the people that heard that.
Dad caught that something was wrong by the look on my face and asked what happened as I told him that Zeyd was bitching about fat people and got the hell outta dodge before it turned ugly. Thankfully no one seemed to get at him, I guess because he's old and folks know that there's not much you can do about it, but man was it embarrassing. Still, it's one of the funniest stories to tell, despite feeling so bad for the folks XD;;
...I don't mean to make this journal seem like a total rag on Zeyda thing, but I guess this is an odd way of me to remember him. Sure we weren't close but we did have our good moments, but that was back when Bubbe and Pepper (their old Border Collie) were alive. In fact, dogs seemed have been the only thing to have him in a decent mood and something we both can relate and get along which I was glad I managed to talk to him about something.
It's certainly not going to be the same without him, but at least now he's suffering's over. Rest in Peace, Zeyda. We'll always remember you.