Today I stumbled on / Andrea Bunting (Best Bud ) some Zipped discs of Marcs I had..... and I found a bunch of art I have never seen before....unfortunately some of them I cant get them to open....but what I could get I am posting here....hope you all like..... its kind of like seeing his work even after he has been gone for a while....I was so jazzed to find it......
this one was titled Mom...I assume it was for Carmen
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Awesome color huh?? he called this one the Color Bee
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and some old photos also on the disc
Marc at Jeffs not sure what he is doing....
And Darin at Marcs pad....
BEFORE I LIVED THERE...wow what a MESSSSSSSSS!!
a conversation between pooh and piglet.... / Drea (best friend )
"How does one become a butterfly?"
Pooh asked pensively,
"You must want to fly so much that
you are willing to give up being a caterpillar"
Piglet replied,
"You mean to die?" asked Pooh,
"Yes and No" he answered,
"What looks like you will die,
but whats really you will live on."
I miss you Sea Monkey...........
I loved this and wanted to share it with you Marc It says it best the way I believe. And I think you would agree with me because I know you ...............
One Year / Jeanne Crowe (Birthmom) Marc, I can't believe it has been a whole year. It is still difficult to explain when people ask me if I have any children. Little did I know when I talked to you on the phone the night of 1-16-05 that you would be leaving us just a few short hours later. I thank God every day for letting me have that last conversation with you that night. You didn't leave this world alone. You took a little part of the hearts of the many family members and friends you left behind. You are missed much more than you ever thought you would be. But I am forever grateful for all of the pictures and memories of the 14 years we had together. Love, Your MI Mom
WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME / Marc
When tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry The way you did today, While thinking of the many things, We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready, In heaven far above, And that I'd have to leave behind All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do, It almost seemed impossible That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, Just even for awhile, I'd say good-bye and kiss you And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized, That this could never be, For emptiness and memories, Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gate, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity, And all I've promised you. Today your life on earth is past, But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last, And since each day's the same way There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful, So trusting and so true. Though there were times you did some things You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven And now at last you're free. So won't you come and take my hand And share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me, Don't think we're far apart, For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.
In memory of Marc, On the first anniversary of his passing.
CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN / Marc
I've had my first Christmas in Heaven; A glorious, wonderful day! I stood with the saints of the ages, Who found Christ the Truth and the Way.
I sang with the heavenly choir; Just think! I, who longed so to sing. And oh, what celestial music We brought to our Savior and King!
We sang the glad songs of redemption, How Jesus to Bethlehem came. And how they called His name Jesus, That all might be saved through His Name.
We sang once again with the angels, The song that they sang that blest morn, When shepherds first heard the glad story That Jesus, the Savior, was born.
Oh, friends, I wish you had been here; No Christmas on earth could compare With all of the rapture and glory We witnessed in Heaven so fair.
You know how I always loved Christmas; It seemed such a wonderful day; With all of my loved ones around me; The children so happy and gay.
Yes, now I can see why I loved it; And oh, what a joy it will be When you and my loved ones are with me, To share in the glories I see.
So, dear ones on earth, here's my greeting: Look up til the day dawn appears, And oh, what a Christmas awaits us, Beyond all our parting and tears.
Compliments: Angela Home Health Care
I have been avoiding this like the Plague ..But I know you understand / Char McFarland (From Apt Mngr 2 Great friend ) We talked about how I can not handle death. I believe you called me a pussy and said "wtf is there to be afraid of?" You always made me laugh, you'll always be in my heart. Sorry it took my pussy ass so long to to come and talk to you. I miss you, you fucker. Happy Bday Marc....Im sure I will be joining you where ever they send us incurable fuck ups!
Love, Char
PS I hope I didn't offend anyone with my vulgarness, But that's the way we were to each other, real, no BS kinda friends. Hard to find these days....and we treated each other with respect and knew what kind of friend we had in each other....peace
Footprints/ Aunt Sharon From MI Marc, it has been said that many people will walk in and our of your life. But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. It is very apparent, my dear friend, that you have left footprints in many hearts. You are missed so much, by so many! Take care til we meet again.
what I miss the most.......... / Andrea Bunting (hiz zilla )Read >>
what I miss the most.......... / Andrea Bunting (hiz zilla )
TO Marc..........
Yes I do miss you somedays more than others.....
but what I miss most of all is my friend
the person that i use to hang out with
the person i use to look for advice for
the person i use to bust up laughing with
and the person that use to be there no matter what
This is our experience with Marc at the Getty Museum in Los Angeles.... It could only happen to MARC!!
marc had a school project...he had to pick a museum and go and visit it and find his favorite piece of art and his not so favorite.. and he had to explain why he liked or disliked them..
Marc Jeff and I went on a weekday. It wasnt overly crowded but it was our first time there... After we arrived we were just viewing different sections when we got to a room that had a Rembrandt piece..Marc was somewhat close to the painting showing us how the highlights brought out the painting and he was pointing twoards it...well he must have gotten a little too close for the security guard and he approached him and told Marc to step back from the drawing.. we all kind of giggled and went on our way.... but what made the whole trip funnier was suddenly after that it seemed like we had personal escorts for the remainder of our visit...we noticed guards were watching and following us closely...they even got on the elevators with us...! So Marc being Marc started to toy with them a little... he would try to ditch them just for fun...but no matter what we couldnt shake em..
I guess Marc got them a little worried he was going to steal the real mona lisa or a monet.... it really made the trip so much more fun..cause even I was getting a little bored..
and his final choices were HIS LIKE PIECE was that was an actual painting hung from the ceiling and the painting was people looking down over a balcony at you..it almost seemed lifelike...
marc never dissed any ones art...he always said there is no such thing as bad art....all art is great..it just may not be your taste...
His disliked art he wasnt fond of the Moulin Rouge. He thought the whole painting didnt do the lady in it justice..
personally...
I loved the building itself....it was a trippy place to be....
a shining star on a twilight night / Drea (best freind )Read >>
a shining star on a twilight night / Drea (best freind )
some times i imagine when i see the biggest star in the sky you are there watchin over everyone you love... twinkling and towering over us all.... Close
hearts, charity, and love / Drea (someone that loved him )Read >>
hearts, charity, and love / Drea (someone that loved him )
a conversation we had one night....about giving from your wallet and your heart.... we were discussing i believe it was the couple in hollywood hills norm and jeannie.... and their charity work... u were somewhat puzzled as to why they gave so much....i think i was more puzzled why it seemed so odd to you to give to people less fortunate....and u stated....u would have to be very well off before you would consider giving and then u werent too sure about it even then... and then u accused me of never giving to charity...and I informed you that I have given always to the Ronald Mc Donald house (my niece and sister benefited from it and u said it didnt count....) I told you about the Humane society I had given to...and u thought that was a bizarre thought to give to an animal....I explained to you that animals are much more worthy of it than people in my eyes because some people take advantage of it and it blows your trust...like the time i gave a lady $$ to call her boyfriend to get her into her apartment she locked herself out of....then i actually was shocked she turned around went into the store and got a beer. Although I found it hard to do again...the night at the grocery store...i had $1.00 to my name until payday...a guy asked for change so i gave him my last dollar and you were pissed at me...and i told you he looked worse off than i because i am not out beggin for money and i have a home to go to.... then we came to the discussion of your mom not teaching you to give to those less fortunate... u told me she gave canned food to the food drive but that was it...and it was stuff she wouldnt eat anyway and we argued about how could someone so well off not give to any charity...u said simply...u would probably be the same way if you were well off....and I couldnt believe you could be like that.... you said you got your frugalness from your mother. She taught you the value of money. She was all business woman….she was more about her status in her circle of friends…
and if u remember a discussion we had once about why we meet someone and that each person has a lesson to learn from a person in their life...and how you hoped that you could take some of my views on charity and maybe that was what you were meant to learn....Today Jeannie sent me an email with a certain picture in it…one u showed me over 2 years ago…
Marc the day you left us...u may have thought u never got the chance to show me you were not that selfish. But today it struck me that for whatever reason you had it in your heart to want to be a more giving person but what you were taught was different. But just know that you had it in YOU..and your heart alone made the decision to want to be a more charitable person… What you were taught and what you are born with are so different…you show more and more every time I think about it that you have the blood of a great mom…and u cant unlearn what is in your heart and in your soul….….
And I wanted to make sure that you knew this......
Your biological mother jeannie received $ from friends at work when you passed. I believe she said they wanted to get flowers but thought she could get something for herself... In your honor she donated the money to an art program.
if that was your way of telling me it took me 20 months to realize that could have been a sign...maybe not..... but i would rather look at it as though the whole desire to be a better person was what made you better than most. U had it in you… Your still missed everyday..... for whatever reason Today i was reminded of you more than once and then this hit me..... And to anyone that wants to learn from this…. Money can buy material things…it can even get you accepted amoung peers…. It will never get you the one thing you need the most… Love…. It comes from the heart and you have to have one to know what love is.
This reminded me of Marc's memory glass. / Deborah (visitor To Site) Read >>
This reminded me of Marc's memory glass. / Deborah (visitor To Site)
Hello, I saw this on a graphics website and it reminded me of the memory glass you had on here for Marc so I wanted to send it to you. God bless you and your family. I pray God gives you peace of mind. Close
Hi Marc / Andrea (his zilla )
a candle couldnt hold everything i wanna say. thanksgiving came and went. I didn't want to think about how I missed u. And Im Sorry. It gets harder as time goes on. I think people are wrong when they say it gets easier and time will heal. It really doesn't because u are still not here with me and i miss u sooooo much. last night someone said something about shock value and it made me stop in my tracks and remember you all over again. Then this morning I seen the quote dont cry because its over smile because it happened and then I came here. I still miss u every single day Marc. I still cry like I am right now. And I miss YOUR hug. I miss your laugh, I miss your anger, I miss all of you and everything about you. your mom is right we should be happy for the time we had you. But I cant help but be greedy and want you for alot longer. I sleep with Marc everynight. that poor koala has no fur left on his ears but he still smells like you. The day I took the photo of you with it you must have hugged it alot cause it smells like Drakkar. I miss you marc. all my love drea Close
Words to the music playing by LeAnn Rimes / Andrea (best friend )Read >>
Words to the music playing by LeAnn Rimes / Andrea (best friend )
How Do I Live
How do I get through the night without you If I had to live without you What kinda life would that be Oh I need you in my arms, need you to hold You are my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave baby you would take away everything good in my life and tell me now
How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you? If you ever go How do I ever, ever survive How do I, how do I, oh how do I live
Without you There would be no sun in my sky there would be no love in my life there'd be no world left for me
And I, baby, I don't know what I would do I'd be lost if I lost you
If you ever leave baby you would take away everything real in my life and tell me
How do I live without you I want to know How do I breathe without you If you ever go How do I ever, ever survive
How do I, how do I, oh how do I live
Please tell me baby how do I go on If you ever leave baby you would take away everything need you with me baby don't you know that you are everything good in my life
And tell me now How do I live without you I want to know How do I breathe without you if you ever go how do I ever, ever survive how do I, how do I, oh how do I live
How do I live without you? How do I live without you, baby? How do I live without you?
a message to marc..... / Andrea Bunting (best friend and roommate )
I still Miss you Marc. Everyday I stop and think about you when i look at your memory glass. The tears I have managed to train to come only when im alone. I'd hate for anyone to see me crying still and then tell me how can I still be crying when its been nearly a year? They dont know you like I knew you. I know that. So its just better to cry to myself when i want to. You changed alot of my life in the last year. I had to grow up. that wasnt in the plan and Id like to let you know that if u never had to grow up why did i have to?
I also want to say Im sorry. For being a little careless in taking care of some of your things. Im sorry for the trust that we lost to someone we thought was so close to us. I wished I had listened to my instincts. I was so full of grief I wasnt really paying much attention to what walked out the front door after you died. Im sorry that I ever gave her that power to just help herself to whatever she and some of her friends wanted. I cant undo whats been done, but i can repair and replace what meant the most to me. I put new crystals on our trees. Who ever has the original ones well i hope it was worth taking it. And yes it was like stealing from a grave. Im adding the pics so u can see how great they look now. They will have to live with what they have done. I know the memories we have cant be stolen. I lost some of our best friends this past year. But then again how could we consider them friends at all having done what they did to us. I know when u see them again you will kick some ass. Just wait for me to get there so i can watch!
I still miss your laugh, your charm and the way you use to make me almost throw up from tickling me so hard. (dont know why...lol).... but I still MISS the Sea Monkey that was so much fun to be with when you werent making my life hell......and do me a favor...visit me sometimes please....I need to know your here with me and that your ok...... ;-) xoxoxo you will always be in my heart....... &rea
Poems that say what I feel...... / Andrea Bunting (best friend )Read >>
Poems that say what I feel...... / Andrea Bunting (best friend )
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"I thought of you with love today
but that is nothing new,
I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too.
I think of you in silence
I often speak your name,
all I have are memories
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake
with which I'll never part
Now for all eternity...
I have you in my heart."
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You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And I cant understand why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For all my love went with you,
The day that you left me alone.
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Marc
I still cant go a day without saying your name
A day hasnt passed when I dont cry at least once.
Usually when I am alone I look around and wonder if you
are here....but u never let me know for sure.
Last night I head something I wasnt sure what it was but
I got this really strange feeling you were trying to tell me
something.
Im sure in time once you master your new form your spirit has taken on you wont be so clumsy.....Or maybe its cause I moved the furniture again who knows.....
But if you are trying to say somethin SPIT IT OUT! lol....
I still miss u and I keep thinking hes coming back dont know why i think it..maybe hope maybe something else.....but u just better be ready when i do see u again cause Im going to run full force and tackle you with the biggest hug I can get up.
but i know i wont be knocking you down... cause well if your new form is as strong as your old one then no ones knocking u over..lol.......
xooxoxox sea monkey.....
drea Close
hi marc.. / U. Know !.
time keeps ticking and i still dont feel much different than i did in January. someone called for you today. I dont know why I just know it opened up a whole set of angry emotions and bitterness twoards the one calling. How can they not know? How can they even begin to Not Know? If I had one wish it would be to staple it to everyone at that hospitals forehead that you are gone and with no thanks to them for any help they have failed to provide. and then i cried. because the anger only makes me realize that no matter how angry i get it will never bring you home. i dont know how i am dealing with this but marc u said u didnt mean to leave me. so why did you? why do i feel a thousand different emotions in a matter of a few minutes. why do people get on my nerves by just being themselves? why do i feel sorry for me when there is so much awful stuff that happens everyday to others. why does the statement...."your lucky" make me want to lash out at someone that actually believes that statement? I thought i was tough and I thought I was able to cope. the only thing i am is weak, tired and lonely. i miss u marc...everday....every night, everytime i see a memory, it doesnt get easier. And as much as i would love to say im doing better these days I dont feel better. It doesnt get easier and a happy thought is not going to take the pain of being without u here ever.
sorry i cant seem to act like life is fine it isnt and it never will be at least not to me.
Tributes and Condolences
this one was titled Mom...I assume it was for Carmen
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Awesome color huh?? he called this one the Color Bee
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Marc at Jeffs not sure what he is doing....
