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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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Good luck finding parts for a car that old Lynn. The company more than likely stopped making replacement parts over 30 years ago and the new replacement parts would have to be made on a CNC machine translating to much more money worth spending. In short, get a newer vehicle.
You assume she’s going to use new parts.
Also, the Grand Marquis shares a lot of parts with the Ford Crown Victoria — which was the basis for many an 80s cop car.
(The popularity of the platform for cop cars and taxis means there are a ton of after market parts still being made for the car too)
You would be surprised at how easy older car parts are to come across. If it’s a common model it is literally as easy as click and buy. Rare cars are a little harder
whats left of it is worth more to sell as a part car for someone else as dumb as Lynn
I mean, Lynn works a well paying job. She doesn’t maintain a 32 year old car in immaculate condition because it’s *practical*
Never related to one of the characters more then Lynn right now
The car is great for safety, just as long as you live in an area with minimal snow and terrible drivers. So, you know, not Indiana.
I mean, Megan is from Indiana — but the comic takes place in Wisconsin.
Lynn has never lived anywhere but Wisconsin.
I mean, a few sandbags in the trunk and it’s fine. Carry tire chains. Hell, if you’re driving distances measured in hours in places with weather like that, you should be doing that anyway. I’m sort of surprises my Lynn doesn’t already, considering it’s her.
Tire chains weren’t legal when I lived in Wisconsin.
What about pushing the “B” button?