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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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That doubt-related benefit I’ve been giving you is fading, Terrence!
‘We have several potential locations, but we won’t know which one is appropriate to use until we know when it will be, and what sort of stuff we’ll need to display, not to mention how much of it. ‘When’ will be some time after we have things donated. Which at the current rate will be sometime in the 23rd century. Promotion will depend on when and where it’s held, and what sort of stuff we’re promoting.’
Not sure I’m getting what most people are from this arc. Frankly, as much of an ass as Terrence is I’m more thinking that if I was him my reply would be something like, “K… you realize that I knew jack shiat about this stuff, no idea what I’m doing, where, how, or anything else – and y’all have been off in your own little corners doing other shiat so….. you were expecting WHAT again?”
Sure, he’s a jackhole, but when you grab someone, toss them into a pool and yell “Swim!” and walk away – well don’t be disappointed if they don’t do well at all.
(Safety note: make sure to avoid any cameras/witnesses, you don’t want extra evidence for the inevitable wrongful death lawsuit.)
I need to install “like” buttons on comments here…