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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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Nah, he just came across as a straight asshole to me. And if I recall right, he did refer to Lynn as “someone in charge” the first time we saw him when she brought those security guards along. My guess is some people thought the “someone in charge” line referred to hotel security, rather than Lynn.
And in this case, he does say “him or her” when he asks for the person in charge, instead of assuming the person is male.
I actually didn’t get that with this guy. I mean, you laid it on thick with the autistic kid last arc, but this guy’s straight out of the dealer’s room. Having had to deal with four or five guys like this, you realize it’s not about you at all. He’s just a nutter with an axe to grind.
“Autistic kid?”
None of the antagonists you could be referring to were intended to be anything other than neurotypical. Maggie, the (I guess now former) VGR head for Bork Con is the only character intentionally canonically written to be on the spectrum.
If it was meant as an insult, that has to stop.
Hey, thank you for this!
Love the chair’s (?) response, calmly call his bluff.
Heck, at this point in the con, offer to give him his table money back if he has to vacate the table. There would be another local artist who would love to fill in a last minute spot.
Might not be a back up depending on the size of the Con, but certainly an option to look into. Worse to worse, blank spots happen, someone can’t show up last minute, or can’t show until late.
We can regularly fill our Dealers Room vacancies with ready locals and/or Artists Alley people, or let people with a half-table expand into the space. Half-priced tables or upgrades go far to filling space.
Will we find out what this dude’s actual problem is or will it be like Terrence (?) where he’s a jerk who’s just a jerk?
Do love that the chair called his bluff. Will remember that in the future 🙂
I suspect that he’s the way he is because his methods tend to work.
…or at least they used to…
Ruth may have competition…
Twits happen – and when they volunteer to go away, by all means wave byebye! 🙂