A/N Not Mine I own nothing.
This is a little tribute to Harold Ramis, aka Dr. Egon Spengler, from Ghostbusters. He passed away today.
A Ghostbusters Memorial
She woke up that morning ready to face the day. It was a good one, she could feel it in her bones! She had her rent paid, and a good amount in her checking account, that she even had enough for next month, and a little fun money as well. Life was good. She showered and got dressed.
She walked into the bonds office, and was given a few ofdd looks from both Connie and Lula. Not really sure what was going on she just handed over the box of doughnuts.
"Any files for me?" She asked.
"Ummm, no. No one today. Are you gonna be ok?" Connie asked
"Geez, what is wrong with you guys? I'm fine. You are acting like someone died or something. "
Lula was getting ready to speak up, when she felt that familiar tingle on the back of her neck. She turned around, and there stood a grim faced Ranger.
"Babe? You Ok?"
"I'm fine. Someone wanna tell me what's going on? Why wouldn't I be ok?"
"Babe, Harold Ramis passed away today." It only took a heartbeat, and her face crumpled.
" No." she whispered, "Not Egon." She bwgan to silently grieve ovr the loss of one of her favorite characters from Ghostbusters. Her favorite movie. He couldn't be gone.
"C'mon Babe, let's go to Haywood. We can have Ella food and a Ghostbusters marathon. I think you need it."
He pulled her close, and bundled her into his car. As he drove he dropped into his zone, trying to think of ways to cheer his Babe up.
When they got there, they went right up to settled her in the living room, and made a few phone calls. Once that was done, he put her favorite movie in, and she curled up next to him.
They ate and laughed together, she cried a little.
"Babe, just think, he may be gone, but you will always be able to watch him on film."
rest in peaceful slumber Harold Remis, my favorite Ghostbuster of all.
