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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Shades of “No Peanutbutter!!!” (Or the Masquerade where I wore a costume a floaty scarf/train in back and the guy behind me was the Westworld android as he was after being fried and thus having lots of snaggy electronic debris in front…)
“No Peanutbutter?”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/30th_World_Science_Fiction_Convention#Notable_events
The No Peanut Butter rule.
How have I never heard of this before? Wow.
The amusing part is I’ve met the gentleman who wore the peanut butter.
When he was our convention’s Guest of Honor. Crazy world.
P.S.: ‘No Peanut Butter” is a good rule.
homestucks never seal there paint some cons have a rule now because of it that ppl in body paint can’t touch vendor items
The con I went to flat out didn’t allow body paint.