Marcella Jean Haggerty

 Surreal. Six years to the day (January 21, 2008) that my Aunt Marcie passed. She played a great role in my love of music. Her CD collection, spilling out of dresser drawers numbered around 10,000. Marcie introduced me to such off kilter ballads as 'Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road' when I was about six; which thoroughly enjoyed belting at the top of my lungs. 

 I remember when Marcie still lived in Redwing, MN. My Grandma; who at the time worked as a Home Health Aid would have Marcie watch up for a few hours during summer break. This consisted of such contraband as chips and Ren & Stimpy, rounded out with ice cream and a trip to the YMCA to go swimming.

 "Mousedog" was her nickname. Recently I have come to wonder just how strange it will be to go home to Minnesota and not see her and not mentioning her so much for fear of upsetting my Grandma. When my Grandma was packing up Marcie's things, she came across a pair of her shoes and decided to keep them. Periodically she would hug them because they smelled like my Aunt. I was talking to her six months later and she seemed so sad. Grandma said that the shoes no longer smelled like Marcie. I can't even imagine loosing a child. I cried, my heart hurt so much for my Grandma.

 I will always remember the day that I got the call from my Mother telling me my aunt had died. I was walking to the mall for job applications (which was about a 4 mile walk and I didn't have a car at the time). The roads were fairly busy, a lot of busy intersections; but I told myself that there was nothing to it, Marcie did it all the time. I was almost to the mall when my Mother called me and gave me the news. My walk home was scary and I felt very hollow. I was not where I should have been. My ex was off in Navy C school and I an 18 year old was all by myself.


 It is strange that Marcie and Jordan not longer have their 'Fireside Chats'. Equally as strange will be not seeing Jordan and Marcie (The Family Guy Disciples) camped out in the furthest corner of the basement (we also called them cellar dwellers) with faces glued to their gameboys. My heart hurts for Jordan as well, because he lost his best friend. He seems to lost and doesn't come to too many family gatherings anymore. I can't blame him because in the past that is when he and Marcie would hang out the most. 

These songs always reminds me of Marcie. I miss her just as much as ever, and I can't keep back the tears when I remember her. Please keep Marcie in your prayers.