Life Without Him Just Aint Life

It was last year during baseball season, when I got the most terrible heart ripping news that my favorite person in the world had passed away, my Grampie. He had been fighting years with Alzheimer's, holding on to every inch he wouldn't let go. He is fighter, whether it being fighting with this or when he served in the Korean War. It didn't matter.

I remember the special times and the times that seemed boring to me, but that's the stuff I remember. Him talking me out fishing on Alamosook Lake by his house. Going over to his house to spend the night with Dom, when my parents were having the annual police party at my house. Going to get his new puppy and letting me pick him out, but Grampy got to pick the name. Going to take him for walks down the long dirt winding road that leads to his house.

 I remember this one specific moment when grampie helped reel up this ginormous fish or what seemed huge to me at the moment. I was so excited at the moment when I set the hook and I could feel it start to pull and restrain against my will. I was on the beach right by the house and started yelling to my grampie "I got a fish, I got a fish". Grampie was there in a instant. When he finally reeled in the fish it was tangled in weeds adding on much more weight then it actually weighed. It was only a small little catfish.

There was another time when Dom and I went to stay the night. I remember Dom always have really bad allergy's when we were younger and how the pollen and dog hairs use to make his eyes intensely red, puffy, and itchy. Then came Grampie with some type of allergy medicine for Dom. I felt like he was always there for us. Now that I'm sitting here writing this, I realized how much a do truly miss him. I'm trying to hold back these tears, but it's so hard when a love one passes away. He wasn't just my Grandfather or dad to others but he was more of friend to me.

My First Puppy

When I got my first puppy we named him Bear. Bear wasn't any ordinary dog he was a little shit. Bear was a rottweiler, he was the runt of the litter and wasn't like the others. He died a while ago but I will always remember him. He wasn't just a dog to my family he was more. Mom always said he was another child but takes his turds outside. He always got in the same amount of trouble as the kids. To me Bear was even more then a part of family, he was my other half basically. Wherever I was there he was trailing me and ready to play. So I didn't know what to post about so I wrote this.

Happiness with a Price

It was a summer, but not any ordinary summer this summer was different for an important reason. My dog had just recently passed away. Like any other child I was sad and wanted a new dog. It didn’t matter to me so much as if the dog was a puppy or was full grown. I just wanted a dog that I could play with and take for walks. Then came the day when we adopted a Rottweiler puppy named Bear.

It was a warm sunny day when my Dad, Mom, Dom, my brother, and I pulled into the owners of the Rottweiler puppy’s house in our green Dodge minivan. I remember the house as if it was mine because I was thrilled with the thought of getting a dog and because it was right next to Dunkin Donuts. The house at the time seemed huge to me. It was a whitish gray color with green shutters on the windows. The house seemed old, the paint started to chip and it had spider webs hanging from the gutters. I was very intrigued with this house also because Thor, the daddy dog, was outside and he was massive. He was also a Rottweiler and he seemed ferocious. As I inched closer and closer, he started to wag his tail with joy. He slobbered all over me. After we passed Thor we had to enter the house to see the puppies.

As we walked up the old wooden porch steps they squeaked so loud that all of Bucksport could have heard it. My dad was a big man at that time, he was still lifting and exercising, unlike now. I remember him walking up and knocking on these great big French doors and this little man opened up the door. It was my dad’s friend Dale. Dale was a toothpick compared to Dad but they were the same height, not the same width. As they greeted and shook hands, Dale spoke.  “He said god damn how ya doing you son of a b*tch.” Dad answered back “better then you, you old goat”. Dale had this deep voice that sounded like a Hells Angel biker with the mustache to match.

Dale took us to see the puppies in the cellar where they were drying after their bath. Dale and his wife had a little fenced in area where the eight puppies ran and played. We had first choice of the puppies, and like any other child I wanted to pick out the puppy, but my older brother Dom had to choose since I picked out the name. Dom, being the person he was, decided he wanted the smallest one that was sitting in the corner, not interacting with the others. Dad paid Dale and we were on our way home with our new puppy, Bear. Little did we know that the night ahead of us was going to be a living hell.

When we arrived at the house Bear seemed hesitant to run in the house and play. He hid in our closet for the longest time peeking his big brown and black head out whenever he heard a toy squeak or a ball drop. Dom and I had to bribe him out by leaving a little doggie trail until we snatched him up and took him away from the closet. Still, he ran back and hid. Sure enough we kept laying treats out and he would sneak out when weren’t paying attention, steal the treats and waddle back in.  Then came the worst night in the history of Bear.

We went to bed at our usual time, Bear was still in the closet. It was around one o ’clock when we started to heard this noise. The noise was a high pitched sound that could have made your ears bleed. I came downstairs weary and petrified. I obviously assumed it was a monster, I was only eight years old. I’m pretty sure any eight year old child would be just afraid as I was. As I entered the living room I peered around the corner real slowly. You know when you watch Scooby and you see the gang peer their heads right around the corner? That’s what I looked like, except I was alone, and shaking. I saw nothing so I advanced. I walked so quietly and so slowly that I looked like a tortoise. I came upon the kitchen. Again I peered around the corner this time more hesitantly. I didn’t like the kitchen as much as the living room because the kitchen had a big old picture window that I could see into the backyard.  The backyard was pitch black and I was scared to the point where I wanted to cry. As I gained all my courage in my small young body. I peered around the corner, arms and legs trembling, there was nothing, no one, no monster. I looked in our closet and you wouldn’t believe what I saw. Bear my dang dog sitting in the closet, whimpering and crying.

Me, being me, ran back upstairs, grabbed my pillow and blanket, and slept in the closet with bear. The rest of night Bear didn’t make a peep or a sound, we just slept together in the closet. This is when Bear and I became best friends together.         (That's my Grampie, Bear, and I)

For An Angel

Pick to win it all, everyone watching, everyone expecting this big team. Bull's eye's on our backs from day one. Teams saying lets just go out and beat Bucksport, that was many teams goals. Only one got the chance to do it, only one. This football season had tears shedding everywhere, love ones lost, family was lost on the team. We lost a sister. I'm sure everyone would give everything up just to have her back with us during the season.

We were playing great football, stomping out everyone one by one. We intimidated people left and right everyone afraid to play in the Buck Dome. Here we come led by the cruiser flashing lights, loud noises and people screaming for us. We get on the field captains meet. It seemed like we always won the toss. Here comes kick return every team being wise not kicking to Josh and I but kicking it short. Whatever game it was we played out hearts out we played like champions.

There was one specific game. This game made the season it wasn't us going undefeated in the east, it wasn't us winning Easter Maine's Class C football. It was after the incident that changes who or what we played for. We now played for an Angel, we played for Taylor. Wearing pink for her, respecting and playing our hearts for her. We bled pink, puked purple, and cried gold. We came out against Orono some sad, some mentally not there whatever the case. We had a mission win this for her and keep winning for her.

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We came out TD stickers on our helmets all of us wearing pink, It was now game time. We were getting our asses kicked left and right, offense wasn't working, defense I don't know where we were. Losing as we entered the half, Sank pissed off as well as the other coaches. We trying our best but we knew in our hearts that we had to dig down and play Bucksport Football.( Bucksport Football = hard work, intimidating others, group tackling, never back down, play together, and certainly never give up) It was now the second half. We did everything right hit them, out played them, never gave up. Ran the ball done their throat, and we left that field victorious and happy.

Baseball Be Coming

About week to Pitchers and Catchers start. I can't wait for it. I don't particularly enjoy baseball in the gym but heck who cares it's baseball. We had twenty six kids sign up yesterday hopefully we can get some more. Were missing a kid who pitches and catches. He can be a big contribute but if he doesn't show up that means people will have to step up and play new positions.

One good thing about this upcoming season is were having all of our starters coming back except for one. Also many of the kids have been working out and the off season. Sank always says players are made in the off season not during the season.

Now that Cowing had gotten his back surgery hopefully he will be able to be as good as new. If that's possible for a man whose been through hell and back with his surgeries. It was his knee last year now it's his  back. Hopefully he can remain pain free. Pitchers and Catchers countdown only three days till Monday, then I along with others become the happiest kids in the school. When it's baseball season each day during it is like Christmas, I wake up with joy and can't wait till practice.

D-Soap knows all about this feeling, were second team swag. Meaning Dylan and I got second team last year for baseball. Personally I think we were cheated out of it just because the other kids were seniors, but were grateful for just making a team in the first place.

I will always remember a specific time in baseball. It wasn't when we lost Easter Maine's, it wasn't when I hit a home run. It was when Dave got his chance to pitch his senior night. The only reason I remember it is Dave has this gigantic smile on his face when he was pitching. You can ask anyone its true. This kid had finally got his chance and he did great. These special moments you will always remember everyone says, I'm sure I will never forget.

I wrote this poem in Creative Writing and I didn't know exactly what to post so I'm gonna post this. Its called a Monkey's Uncle.

A Monkey’s Uncle  

I am the uncle whom gives his 15 month old nephew chocolate.

I am the uncle who always takes him outside to play.

The uncle who always makes him laugh when he cry’s.

The uncle who peels his fruit when he wants a snack.

 

I am the uncle who feeds him sugar that keeps him up all night,

which bothers my sister. She sa

ys he’s like a wound up monkey with symbols.

The uncle who picks him up when he’s feeling sick.

The uncle who doesn't change his diaper.

The uncle who gets beat up by him when he wants to wrestle.

I am uncle who will never always annoy his mother, my sister.

The uncle who hopes to have more nieces or nephews.

I am the uncle who will feed him all the junk food in the world.

I am the uncle who always dresses up in costumes to amuse him.

I’m the uncles who took his trick or treating with his mom,

when he was dressed as a monkey.

I am the uncle who will always be there for him.

By Jack Cyr

Sitting here today I realize how much Liam is a little brat. Always trying to steal things when your not paying attention. In example is I was eating gold fish crackers and I went to get a drink. I turned around and there he was he was eating all of my gold fish. He may be small but he can put away food. He's weighing half of what Gunny weighs right now. I'm telling you when Liam grows up he's gonna be on TV for his 600 pound life. He is constantly eating he reminds me of a bottomless pit or a little Buddha baby. 

Me

Hey I'm 16 years old and attend Bucksport High School as a junior. I'm one of five kids in my family. Pretty big Christmas right? My siblings are Bri, Dom, Gabby, and Gunny. Gunny being the youngest of us, he gets the snot beat out of him trying to wrestle us whenever everyone is home. My brother Dom won three National Championships for indoor and outdoor Division three track. He won 60 meter indoor and one 100 meter dash outdoor. He being my older brother I always wanted be as good as Dom, but now I realize I want to be better. I strive to be better in Dom in sports but one difficulty is we only played one sport that was the same. My older sister Bri recently had a baby boy 15 months ago. Liam has grown an unbelievably I remember him when he was just born. It gives me great joy watching him grow in size everyday and seeing him learn. He's already saying some words. He can almost say Jack but can't seem to get the "ja" sound quite down yet. I'm excited for baseball many of us want revenge. Were hungry for it. Just for Stearns the only reason is the best us last year in the Eastern Maine Championship for Class C. Pitchers and catchers start March 24th. I'm excited just see all the guys in the gym working and getting better. We have a great returning team we only lost three players last year. Most of the guys are talking about how excited for it, they can't believe how good we will be on paper. Paper doesn't mean anything, we have to go out and play and prove we deserve this. We have to show we are the best and we want it. We also just recently hired a new J.V. and a J.V. assistant coach so I'm wondering what the new assistant coach has for us so we can approve upon a skills.                                      


(That's his Indoor National Championship)