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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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Let’s see – Max locks the thread, Terrence blames it on Veronica, so he decides to egg Ruth and Sarah’s house? Badly?
I’m kind of glad he alternates into these periods of total incompetence.
Well, he probably doesn’t know it was Max who did it, and Ruth and Sarah are the only ones he knows where live.
I think Terrence should seek from help maybe from a psychologist or a anger management course. Either that or everyone involved in Bork Con staff could get a restraining order on him.
Honestly, he should seek help from a fist in the face. Sadly enough, some people just reach a certain level of jackholery that they’re never going to back down from, because no one’s ever forced the issue. I’m not all about “Yay, violence!” but the few people I’ve met that are this level of narcissistic messed up just will not quit until someone makes it clear to them that further shenanigans will result in pain. Use sparingly, but some people literally will not pay attention to anything short of immediate pain or incarceration. And at this point, it’d be hard to achieve the latter.
Not too hard. Call the cops, tell them some kid is egging your house. I give it a 50/50 chance Terrance ends up throwing eggs at the cops. And a big part of it only being 50% is because he might run out before the cops get there.