Now Here's a Little Story I've Got to Tell... Sept 7th

Well, it's looking like another sleepless night for me. I've had about 5 hours of sleep TOTAL over the last two nights.

So since we are still all up, I thought I'd share with you a funny story about some of the last words Beth spoke. It was 3 days before she passed (Sunday). It was the last day she was able to really talk. I helped her sit up to use the bathroom. She was so weak that I had to hold her up so that she wouldn't tip over. As we sat on the side of the bed, my arm wrapped around her holding her up, we waited for her to gain strength to try and move to the toilet. Out of nowhere she very faintly started rapping the opening verse of the Beastie Boys, Paul Revere - "Now here's a little story I've got to tell about 3 bad brothers you know so well..."   

I just love that crazy, spunky girl. She was so funny and full of life up till the very end. I laughed and just imagined her laying in bed all that time reciting song lyrics in her head. 

I think a lot of her friends would be surprised to know exactly how much rap and hip hop Beth listened to. She would always listen to the edited versions and she always would make me laugh anytime she would hear one of her favorite rap songs but accidentally hear the unedited version. She was always so shocked and upset that they were using foul language. "Why does Tupac have to curse so much". She cracked me up.

I wish I could find out how many people's lasts words were lyrics to a Beastie Boys song. I'm serious, I think she said maybe 3 more words after her impromptu rap session (for the record those last 3 words were "l love you").  

Man I miss her so much.

Disclaimer: Beth would want me to point out that in this picture she was NOT miserably failing at throwing up the "Westside" W sign.  Her missionary companion took this picture on their P-day and Beth was saying " Only 3 more months till I come home".