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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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I’m pretty much waiting for Lynn to whip out a Gondor-sized horn, blow it, and watch the forces of Grammar ride up over the hill behind her to charge Garner. The forces of evil must be be given a good talking to! Possibly with a flick behind the ear and a couple of head bonks.
Quite possibly the cartoonist as well for playing bait the forces of Grammar ;p
When I make a mistake, I have two choices.
1. Fix it.
2. Decide the character made the mistake, and see what happens.
This interaction popped into my head, so I went with the second option.
Yep, and the latter was a complete surprise – and it worked. So, bonk on the head comes with a, “Well played, sir.”
….I figured he meant what he said. They are coaching people. Acting as the leader of a team, a coach. The people are being coached. If you are deceptive in the coaching you are doing, you are coaching in deception.
….though now that a check, he said pretense, not deception, but still works out the same.