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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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Every house of 20 somethings needs Ruth. I, most of the time, am that Ruth.
They only have one frying pan?
Welcome to “minimum college house kitchen assembled by a goodwill shopping trip”
This is what I get for not knowing that kind of situation too.
I first moved out of the my folks place at 20, suddenly got dumped dishes on by them (All the old ones they wanted to replace or had replaced).
10 years later I find myself with urges to go to Bed Bath and Beyond.
This is why I just go at it alone. I admit I do leave me dishes a bit dirty but I usually reuse them. I wash and scrub the old food off and reuse it again. Im sure some of you think that is gross but it is what I do. I get peeved when the dishes pile up.
Every college student should be sent off with a cast iron skillet. useful for self defense and cooking!
Imagine taking that off a burner and swinging it when it’s still hot. That’d be very dangerous