Current Post On Trae’s Blog:
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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Give a dipshiat an inch…
You know, there was a time, maybe 7-10 years ago and before, that I would have dismissed the events in this comic as unlikely. I don’t now.
The funny thing is that the most absurd stuff you couldn’t possibly make up, are in fact the very things that often happen.
Ugh, I come across ‘Dave Peviani’ (and I know who he’s based on) fans in a fandom I’m part of. Some of them are so sure he’s innocent that it’s pathetic, and they go rabidly attack anyone that doesn’t agree with them.
yea anyone who’s even a little into anime or a fan of… “Male Avian Dentistry” know who dave is based on ….he’s a tw@
I have yet to come upon something here that is ‘unrealitistic’ in any light no matter what it is.
But that’s also probably because I’ve experienced some of this shit.
I’ve experienced a lot of it myself, yes. But the level of, “I’m a complete dickhead moron, and Ima gonna get up and yell about it at a public event like this.” that happens now – not so much. Living proof I’m old I guess. Was a time when this kinda shiat would have had the crowd closing in on you with, “Ok you can STFU and leave, or you can get your ass kicked by 12 pixies, 4 Master Chiefs, 2 centaurs, and some dude cosplaying a Khornate Chaos Marine a little too well. Twice.”
MFers used to stay under their rocks where they belonged.