Janice Jean Marsh , beloved grandmother

Hello, my name is Charles, and I am a wreck. I just lost the most prominent supporter in my life, my grandma. Let me tell you a little about our journey. Firstly she was not only my grandma but also my mother, not literally, but she raised me. It was my grandpa, grandma, and myself for the first 12 years of my life. Then my grandpa passed away suddenly. She put the grief of her husband of 42 years to the side to make sure that I was dealing with my own grief. How selfless. The next major event was when my father went to prison, and guess who stood by my side? You guessed it grandma.Next comes her brain tumor, the size of a grapefruit, on her right temporal lobe. I, for real, saved her life with a simple lie. Was I wrong to lie to her to get her to the hospital? Not in my eyes! So since then, there have been some trust issues. I was 16 when that happened. As a result, I became a ward of the state because she could no longer take care of me. I was moved from place to place for the next 4 years. Grandma still stuck by my side. At this point in my life, I'm grown and living in Lansing. I called her every day multiple times a day and talked for hours. Even though miles and miles separated us, she was still there. This remained a pattern despite my addiction and my father's passing; she was there for me. YES, we didn't always see eye to eye, but our love was unconditional and pure.

i now live in Charlevoix in a sober living house and need help getting to Kalamazoo, the cremation, the memorial service and a way back home. Please Email me if you have ANY QUESTIONS at all hubbellc.work2022 @ gmail.com

very respectfully,

Charles Hubbell