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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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Not that Max or Veronica should be heroes, but they could tripped that dude the 2 of them could have held him down til the police come.
You say that, but Max has a strong instinct to not get stabbed.
True true. but they could have done a surprise attack. Oh well it’s funnier this way. But the dude is probably on drugs which supposed the IRL guy was on when he did this at No brand this year.
You know you should never ever try anything even remotely heroic against person with weapon, don’t you? Every police(wo)man will tell you that. Cops will always tell you to never try to stop or disarm any attacker unless s/he is going to harm you etc. and it is the last option. You are supposed to be good citizen and keep yourself as safe as possible. If you try something like you just suggested it is the quickest way to become one more corpse in their day and no one wants that. No one. As is said, there are full cemeteries of heroes and their only witness is the grass growing from their bones. (Really, did you just suggest to ground wild running person with knife in hand? By two people untrained in armed combat? Battling otaku lines doesn’t count for this. 😛 )
Yeah, this is what I was trying to get at.
Not to mention, the police are literally right there. Max and Veronica playing hero would actually be more likely to get the two of them hurt, and get in the way of the cops doing their job.
Yeah, my instinct is to get in the guys way… how I’ve managed to avoid living this long without serious injury is a mystery.