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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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So Garner is like the Awesome Roy of Unagi Con?
Wow, that comic seems to summarize what so many cons experience, no matter the size.
I so rarely get to use this phrase…
“Just as I suspected!”
No one is where Jim is for that long without having social manipulation ninjutsu – no matter how innocuous they may seem.
The haphazard way Unaji Con is run seemed to say that Jim was simply leader by being the one to raise his hand or not say no.
I’m still curious why Mouse Whispering was the number 1 item…
Racism probably?
Okay what. I’ve never heard that before and Google isn’t helping. I’d spent this entire time assuming it was a random joke involving the rodent equivalent of horse whispering leading to barely-trained mice running over people’s feet. What does it actually mean?
I mean it’s totally not two random words that I thought sounded funny when paired together.
Nope.
Don’t know what you’re talking about.
That’s racist!