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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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Sounding less like a Camper and more like a Passed Out Drunk.
You can usually smell the difference. Also, I did once have to deal with a camper who slept this soundly.
I resorted to kicking their leg until they got up (I suspect they were awake for longer, but were pretending to still be asleep, hoping I’d give up and leave them alone)
You know, somehow none of the times I did Video Room duty ever involved dealing with this. And I had a nice poking stick ready just in case!
Hey there’s a song I know. That’s a good one, All Star that is.
Her mistake was the musical selection. It’s much too gentle. I mean, it was in the Shrek soundtrack, so he might be dreaming that’s what’s playing in the film room.
Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” works quite well in this situation. So does “Fire” by Arthur Brown.
I’d go with Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Very high chance he’ll wake up in time to headbang along with the bridge. Everyone does.
KISS’s “Rock and Roll All Night (And Party Every Day) would wake the dead!
I use speed metal to rouse my campers from their mooching slumber.
Speed metal has a very soothing quality to me — I often fall asleep listening to it…
I’ve unintentionally fell asleep in the anime room.
..while I was the volunteer watching it. The midnight-4am ‘Hentai shift’. I made it to about 1am.
Folks poked me awake when it was time to switch out Laserdiscs; I did, then promptly passed out again. Luckily, it was a verrrry laid-back con. And anyone awake to see Henta at 3am in the era of Laserdiscs was not a troublemaker.
Also I apparently can’t say the word ‘hen tai’ in the comments. (o_O)
…I didn’t specifically ban it. Must be built into WordPress by default.
I edited your post so the spelling is fixed…