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Read the raunchy, heartbreaking speech John Stamos gave at Bob Saget’s memorial

My Bob. I’m not able to accept that he’s gone. I’m not going to say goodbye but.

I think about him on the market, nonetheless on the highway, doing what he loves with all his coronary heart and humor. He’s standing on stage, killing! Another two-hour set in entrance of a pair hundred of the luckiest individuals on the planet. They’re laughing so arduous they weep. And simply once they catch their breath, he grabs his guitar and slays them with one in every of his musical closers. There’s an encore, and one other, and one other. Everyone right here desires an encore with Bob.

He calls his one real love, Kelly [Rizzo], and tells her about his present. He says he feels 26 once more, alive, then asks her to repair up an image he desires to submit, and he or she says it would not want fixing and tells him how good-looking he’s. He says he loves her with each little bit of his coronary heart. And when he will get to the lodge to place his head on the pillow, he misses his daughters, his household and his mates.

God, he loves us all a lot. Bob goes to sleep dreaming of after we’ll meet once more — and he is smiling. I do know in my coronary heart he is smiling, nonetheless listening to the laughter from just a few hours earlier than.

He ought to nonetheless be on the market difficult himself creatively, stripping down all the Hollywood bull—, touring to small cities round the nation, giving the individuals uncooked, wild, unpredictable, and uncensored Saget. “Tonight’s specials are cake and cock … and we’re out of cake.”

When I noticed his final Instagram submit, my first thought was he appeared too “alive” to die just a few hours later. But I suppose that’s proper. We ought to all need to “die alive.” We do not need to be full of remorse and regret, forgotten and discarded. We need to be overwhelmed with the privilege and bounty of doing what we do finest. Bob felt younger, energized, grateful and appreciated. The applause and laughter did not have time to die down earlier than Bob did. He by no means ran out of cake … or the different stuff. He died vivid and fierce.

Personally, I hope to die after a phenomenal evening of lovemaking with my spouse, however I’m glad Bob did not go that method. As I mentioned, I slightly he dies after doing what he did finest. (Sorry, Kelly.) That’s the form of joke Bob liked.

It’s arduous to clarify who Bob was to me personally with out understanding that he is your Bob too.

Bob Saget, left, and John Stamos in Universal City in 2012. (Joe Scarnici/WireImage)

The worldwide ocean of love for him has been unbelievable. Though it has been arduous for me to look at the tributes, tales, journal covers, tens of millions of social media posts, I really feel everybody out there may be getting it proper, saying the excellent factor, remembering Bob in these exceptional methods.

I simply want he knew how a lot the world liked him when he was right here. I spent many an evening attempting to persuade him of how liked he actually was (or perhaps it was the different method round — him attempting to persuade me how liked he was). But that was simply Bob bluster. There’s no method he thought his loss of life would have this type of impression. This is the form of protection that speaks to somebody who genuinely linked with individuals, and never only for a second, however for generations.

I even noticed an article titled: “What Bob Saget meant to immigrant kids.” It spoke of how he struck a chord amongst many immigrant youngsters and the way they realized to talk English from him. Now, I like my Bob Saget however … actually? Really? I can simply hear a bunch of youngsters operating round saying: “I love my mother, and you can too for $12.”

One of the nice honors of my life is being related to him at this second in time.

I’ve gotten 1000’s of texts, emails and calls chatting with our 35-year friendship, telling me how sorry they have been for my loss. People have even despatched flowers like I misplaced my spouse or one thing. Come to think about it, after we have been collectively, we have been like an outdated, married couple: all bickering, no intercourse.

Last summer time, Bob and Dave [Coulier] and I did a private look collectively. It was a high-pressure gig coping with COVID protocols and all And let’s keep in mind, Bob performed a dust-busting neat freak. Typecasting? Yup — so he was further … let’s name it neurotic? We have been somewhat arduous on one another, and poor Dave was smack dab in the center of it, getting it from each side as he had been for the final 35 years. I felt horrible and instantly apologized to Bob. But he was surprisingly quiet. I hadn’t heard from him for just a few days, which was a very long time to not have heard from Bob.

Finally, on my birthday, Bob began texting me like loopy, asking if I’d learn his submit about me on Instagram. Truthfully, I used to be a tad over Bob at the second, however I figured I wanted to learn it so he’d cease bugging me. This was his submit:

To say we’re like brothers is an understatement. We have been via a lot collectively for 35 years. High, lows — the ordinary you undergo together with your closest of individuals in your life. But what I’ve to say right here is how damned fortunate I’m to have John in my life. He has all the time been there for me, even after I might be insufferable. There is just one @johnstamos on this planet, and I’m a greater individual as a result of he is in my life. Happy Birthday, Dear John.

I may learn that every single day for the remainder of my life.

Two men at a party

Saget and Stamos at the afterparty for the premiere of “The Aristocrats” at the Egyptian Theatre in 2005. (Kevin Winter/Getty Images)

As legend goes, Bob and I did not actually get alongside when we started “Full House.” We actually had completely different types of performing and the way we approached every scene. His: cracking barely inappropriate jokes that would typically land him in little “meetings” with the moms. But at the similar time, he began to show what an excellent comedic thoughts he had. Mine: obsessing over each second and trying to find reality, deeper understanding, self-analysis and private reflection in every hug. (Dave simply handed fuel lots.) It did not take lengthy for us to satisfy in the center and to respect one another professionally and creatively as the years glided by.

When we began “Full House,” I used to be in my 20s and didn’t have a care in the world. Hell, my yard was Disneyland. But life does what it does, and when issues got here crashing down, the final individual on Earth I ever imagined could be my rock turned simply that. When I misplaced my mother and father, Bob was there for me like no different. He advised soiled jokes and talked about himself as he hosted my dad’s funeral. He was there via divorces, deaths, despair and darkish days. He was there via love, marriage, a baby and vivid occasions. He was my lifeline.

He liked arduous and deep. (Cue Bob to make a joke out of “hard and deep.”) He would do that in tragedies and actually, it might piss me off generally. That’s how he obtained via the darkness, and sadly he had quite a lot of it in his life. Now that I’m coping with him dying, I kind of get it.

Bob liked with the whole lot he had. He taught me to be current with the ones I really like. I hope he realized to internalize the love I felt for him.

My spouse Caitlin, who’s been extraordinary via all this, my son Billy, and everybody in my life will profit from Bob’s reward to me every single day. Billy will develop up with that depth of affection for the remainder of his life.

On the day of Bob’s loss of life, Billy was staring at an image of Bob and I dressed like girls for a shoot for People journal, replicating Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon from “Some Like It Hot.”

He was squinting his eyes and cocking his head, attempting to make sense out of the image. After a very long time, he mentioned, “Dad, who is that?” And I mentioned that is your dad and your Uncle Bob in girls’s clothes. And he mentioned, “Why?”

“Well, son, I did it as a tribute to the movie … I can not communicate for Bob.”

A man in a cable-knit sweater and a man in a red button down

Saget and Stamos collectively on “Full House” in 1987. (ABC Photo Archives/Disney General Entertainment Con)

I pray that Billy will someday have a friend like I had in Bob — and if I see a picture of the two of them in tutus, I’ll know it’s brotherly love.

I grabbed Billy, held on to him as tight as I could and told him how much I loved him. We don’t do justice to Bob’s legacy without remembering to hold those we love as close as we can and telling them what we feel about them every day.

Bob put it all on the table for us — leaving nothing behind.

When the news broke, I broke. I was shattered and felt worthless to help anyone else. But my supportive wife picked me up, threw me in the car and drove to Bob and Kelly’s house. That’s what Bob would have done if it were the other way around. I slipped into the backyard by myself. His last cigar was sitting in an ashtray by the jacuzzi. It was windy and balmy. I looked up to the sky and said, “Baby, please give me an indication from up there.” (I called him Baby because that’s how he entered his info into my phone years ago.) “Tell me you are alright. Tell me to not really feel unhealthy.” I waited a few minutes. Nothing. Asked again. Silence.

I was contemplating heaven, hell and heartbreak when all of a sudden a tiny hummingbird came fluttering down from above and landed on a tree right in front of me. (I swear this is true. I even took a little video with my phone.)

I’ve always felt hummingbirds represented my parents, and this one was definitely my mother, who had red hair: She had bright red feathers around her neck like a scarf.

She assured me Bob was OK and to stop looking for goofy signs. (How rude!) Then she flew up and away. I want signs from Bob, damn it! I want to be haunted by him! The void is maddening!

Then this thought washed over me: Maybe, just maybe, his soul might be at peace? The only reason to rattle the thunder and part the clouds is that you are restless in the afterlife, right? That you have unfinished business and haven’t said what you needed to say to the ones you love. We all know that’s not Bob.

Maybe I need to stop looking for Bob in the sky and accept that he’s just where he needs to be, peaceful, free, surrounded by the hummingbirds of past souls at rest.

I don’t need Bob in some other realm. He’s in the lessons I teach my son and the hilarious dirty stories that my wife and I will laugh at for the rest of our lives. Hell, I can Google him to life and hear him any time, night or day. And now I can pause or fast forward him, which would have been incredible a few times while he was alive.

I’ve spent days refusing to let him go. But now I’m starting to realize I don’t have to. I don’t have to say goodbye because he’s never leaving my heart. And I will continue to talk to him every day and let him know what he means to me.

Bob, I will never, ever have another friend like you. You will always be my best friend. You are my new guardian angel — a guardian angel with the dirtiest mouth and a heart as big and benevolent as forever.

I love you, Baby.

This story originally appeared in Los Angeles Times.



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