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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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From the level of simmer on him, I’d suspect people would want to run the other way if he was a purple plesiosaur plushie. Accidental alliteration, argh! Btw Trae – 10 points on managing to draw someone that looks that pissed with that wide of a “shot” to draw. I’m kinda impressed with how well the death stare comes through.
I kinda want a purple plesiosaur plushie now…
Oh yeah. Were I at this con, I’d 100% avoid any table with a person behind it giving that kind of death glare. I wouldn’t be surprised if that look had a negative impact on pre-registers and people willing to approach his table, candy or not.
Also, I too would like a plesiosaurs plushie. 😛
I had to look after reading the replies – not going to link it here, but there actually is an Etsy vendor that sells fleece plush plesiosaurs in your choice of color. The internet is a truly amazing thing sometimes. You really can find everything.
Ooh! Maybe once I recover from paying for a Con hotel room … and a Soul of Chogokin Grendizer…