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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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The VGR is always a fun place to pass the time at a con. But I can agree, Sunday is kind of a slow and boring day.
Yeah down time at cons is how I usually try video games I’m on the fence on buying, or just ask the vgr desk person for anything they think is not as popular as it should be. That is oddly how I discovered Katamari Damacy.
I kill a lot of my time at cons finding someplace out of the way I can watch the hall traffic and just enjoy the parade of costumes passing by.
I’m more wondering why people aren’t running around screaming, “Oh noes!” and preparing for the end times. Hearing the words “I’m so bored right now” from Sarah would be like a rattlesnake’s rattle, or a porcupine presenting it’s quills. If the situation doesn’t get resolved right quick, bad stuff is liable to happen to anyone in the immediate area. Not purposefully, probably – but boredom must be assuaged – and it may get hairy.