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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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Oh come on Sarah. At the very least tools can be useful for a specific purpose.
Seems like Lynn is the only one of the group who wants him on their staff. I think him lending her a hand against a nazi and his attempt to warn her has softened her up to him. I like to think we all softened up to Garner a bit.
I can’t believe that in what I would assume to be all that time no one told him who Garner is. Don’t leave Max in the dark.
I would be in the camp wondering if Garner would be a good idea. Garner as a stopped clock tells the right time once per day. And if that turns out to be the right moment for a stopped clock to tell the time so much the batter.
But don’t mistake it for a usable timepiece.
From a writing perspective Garner is a great addition. he stirs any number of pots, sows chaos in the ranks to keep things interesting. Sort of like a domesticated Terrence.
At this point I support telling Max nothing, because it amuses me. It’s sort of cruel, but so am I.
It would be a little like the beginning of Here is Greenwood.