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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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You mean there are meetings that AREN’T like that? 🙂
commemorating your wife’s birthday with a boring meeting.
Thankfully we don’t read minutes before our meetings. We just post them for people to read.
I would think the point of meeting minutes is to bring people up to speed who weren’t present, or to catch up if the previous meeting was a long time ago. Reading minutes from last week in the meeting seems like the kind of thing people do to seem “professional” because they think it’s just the thing you do and couldn’t tell you the actual point of it if you asked.
‘But… but… this is the way we’ve -always- done it!’
I have to say that boring meetings are preferable to some varieties of the opposite extreme.
“May you live in interesting times.”
Well, yeah, sometimes you should just light touchpaper and retire out the door… (And of course at dull ones one can always play computer games or make props, both of which I have done.)