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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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Damn Lynn is so awesome!
I didn’t know she was Hispanic until now.
Lynn Guadalupe Baxter is the daughter of an Irish immigrant father and a Mexican-American Mother.
I’m not sure how much I’ve inserted into the last seven years of canon, but I know I mentioned her Mexican heritage for the first time back at the tail end of I Hate November in Chapter Two.
(Lynn was originally created for another comic I was working on in 2003 that I never finished or released. It was called Re-entry and was meant to be a much more serious comic about a couple of characters putting their lives back together after hitting rock bottom. For that project, I did an indepth timeline and bible for each character.
Re-entry stuff isn’t canon, but I updated her timeline in 2006 when I recycled Lynn for a project called “Full Circle.” When I started UnCONventional I used the 2006 character bible for Lynn, and have stuck to it pretty closely)
Little vicious to pull on a lowly desk clerk, on the other hand, he should have been looking for alternative solutions the moment he knew there was a problem.
Yeah, vicious and probably overkill. On the other hand, this problem should never have happened in the first place, so I can’t blame her for going with the nuclear option to fix it.
nice when you can play that many cards from your hand on one turn and just WRECK your opponent
I can just see what’s going through the front desk clerk’s mind….”uh….uh….oh, FELGERCARB!!!!!!”
I work as a front desk clerk and I’ve had this happen…the ones that I REALLY love are the ones that reserve a room online only a half-hour before arriving at the hotel…
Grin. And then just being Lynn seems to be sufficient.