Marck Ronald Chedister, you never have been forgotten and never will be forgotten. It seems that I ...

Marck Ronald Chedister, you never have been forgotten and never will be forgotten.

It seems that I will think of you for as long as I live.

I thank you for sharing your magic with me and with the world.

Those who knew you, knew well the impact of having your attention directed upon us, you had a presence that was a once in a lifetime experience for me.

You are missed.

You were loved.

You are loved, still.

I so hope to read comments from others and thank Sysoon for this home for Marck. Whomever it was who submitted his name to Sysoon, I am very grateful.

Marck liked to laugh, and this is one of his favorite 'jokes' that he told me always would work well on a first date. I hope to give it justice here, but the Chedister inflections and facial expressions won't be nearly as good.

Here goes: Marck's ''first date joke that can't miss''--

--'There were 3 little mice stuck inside of a very large barrell, 2 male mice and one female mouse. The female was always trying to find a way to escape the barrell, though it was comfortable, with food, plenty of room and they were all pretty happy. Yet she had the nagging desire to find a way out of the barrel. One day, one of the male mice said- ''you want to know how to get out of the barrel?''-- '' oh yes, please'' replied the female mouse.

''Wellll, I will tell you if you sleep with me tonight.'' The female mouse blushed, hemmed and hawed, then said, 'ohh, okay'. The next morning, the male told her ''okay, baby, to get out, you just click your toes twice, touch your nose, then you will be able to leap to the top and crawl outside. "oh, thank you so much'' she replied, and clicked her toes twice, touched her nose, and made it to the very top of the barrel, but then fell all the way back down and felt disappointed. The other male mouse told her- 'you almost made it, but he's getting older now, and he forgot to tell you one step that will get you out of the barrel. " Oh!'' replied the female mouse, '' thank you!''-- "Well, I'd be happy to tell you the step he forgot to mention, 'iffff you sleep with me tonight''-- Once again, the female mouse blushed, hemmed and hawed, then said '' well, okay'' and they had a lovely night, then he told her, 'well, as he told you, you click your toes twice, touch your nose, but right after, you must scratch your tummy, and then you'll be able to leap all the way out, it always works''-- '' oh, thank you so much'' the female mouse replied, she followed his instructions, and indeed, her front paws went over the top of the barrel, but then suddenly, she lost her balance, and fell all the way to the bottom of the barrel, and both of the male mice kind of shrugged, and she vowed she'd keep trying and didn't hold a grudge.

Want to know how the little girl mouse finally got out of the barrel?

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'' I'll tell you if you sleep with me tonight!"

end of Marck Chedister's favorite story-joke to tell.

Marck loved films, writing, he had a large library of books and an unusual knowledge of words and/or vocabulary that made it a good idea to have a pocket dictionary available when conversing with him. He read me Shakespeare over the telephone, who does that, I have never known anyone to do that. I was 21, he was 30, and the impact he left on me was enormous. ''There are actually people like this in the world'' I thought- but decades later now, I know that it was just that Marck was in the world.

"No one can do what I can do or make you feel the way that I make you feel to me'' he announced to me one night. I did not dispute him. "I am the most important person for you to know of anyone you may know and I want you to remember that.''-- "I will remember, Marck'' I told him.

I still do.

He gave me copies of 2 of his favorite books, ''Childhood's End'' and J.D Salinger's ''Franny and Zooey'' and then would greatly enjoy discussing the books.

He called me 'young prince' and one day said I needed to read 'The Fountainhead' and how I struggled with it.

Marck was very proud of his mother, who worked in Europe in some capacity, and his mother had her youngest daughter, still a minor, with her, and Marck the eldest of 5, loved to read letters from his mom, and he also was extremely proud of dad, who was an inventor. He had a sister named Lisa who one Christmas sent a lemon loaf she had baked, it was beyond words how good that cake/bread was, and Marck teased me about my sweet-tooth, good manners kept me from devouring it in one sitting, but I think Marck knew I wanted to!

He also spoke with pride of a brother who he said was a roadie for rock and roll bands and often repeated to me 'the first thing a boy from New Jersey learns to say is '' I don't remember''- though his time in NJ was short, compared to his time in VA, DC, and CA.

His time, all together, was far too short. I liked the world much better with him in it.

"Don't get sappy'' he might say to me at this point.

Be that as it may, I will conclude with:

Marck Ronald Chedister was magic. Sure, I miss the magic, but what I will always miss most is HIM.

Author: Nikolaj Kishonmikta

Date: 2011-09-16 06:46:00

Forum id: 509640

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