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My grandmother died last night. This wasn't a shock or a surprise. Her health has been on the decline, and she's been in hospice for the last month. She lived a long life, and in her final days she was surrounded by her three adult children.
My grandma was a kind woman. She wasn't perfect, but I always felt loved in her presence. She was a retired kindergarten teacher, and was still working when I was a kid. I have so many happy memories sitting at her kitchen table, and I'm going to carry those with me for the rest of my life. She was also proof that anyone who claims that you get more conservative as you get older is full of shit, because she certainly didn't.
I think it's interesting how the body processes grief sometimes. I don't know that I'll cry, but over the past month, knowing this was coming, I've felt a tension in my gut. Now that she's passed, instead of relief that tension is replaced by a sense of emptiness. That something is missing that should still be there. Something has been taken away, and I feel it.
Of course, as I wrote that, I immediately started crying... so I guess my body processes grief in pretty ordinary ways too.
I wanted to come up with something profound linking this to Beltane, which we sit in the middle of right now, but it just seemed hackneyed. Like I was trying to dig out some greater significance when the truth is death comes whenever it wants. The only predictable thing about it is that it's the end of all of our journeys. I hope that when I pass I'm so lucky to have lived such a long life with people that I love around me in my final days.
For the record, I will be fine. I just needed to get these words out while they were still in my head. I don't have some rousing conclusion or deep insight to tack on here at the end, just that gut feeling that something is missing.
Because it is.
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The Inmates are running the asylum? I tell everybody that when I explain the difference between day shift workers and night shift workers.
As a night shift worker, I am paranoid as to exactly what you mean with the above statement. But fairly sure I agree.
I’m sure you agree but to explain, having worked both, day shift workers are little bit uptight generally because all the big wig bosses are in so there isn’t much room for slacking off which that is the case too for night shifts. However night shifts in any work setting are a little bit more laid back because there isn’t big bosses taking glances all the time. Hence why I say the the difference between day shift and night shift is that inmates run the asylum at night. Usually the supervisor at night is also a bit more laid back than the day guy is.
Personally as much as I don’t mind 1st shifts, 2nd shifts are little bit nicer IMO.
Okay.
My point of view is that the inmates, the crazy people who have no true understanding of what they’re doing or what’s going on, are in charge. Aka, the day shift, and all the clueless managers who are baffled why they aren’t getting feedback from the night crew at the 3pm meeting.
For those unfamiliar, to gain a better understanding of a Night Crew viewpoint, swap ‘am’ and ‘pm’. Would you attend a meeting at 3am, or skip it? If you did go, how attentive and productive do you think you’d be?
Lynn is my hero.