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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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I’m guessing Yellow Hat Guy was not the one just messing with Max.
“…surprisingly enough, Lynn says ‘yes’ for that last one”
Nah, Lynn doesn’t want the volunteers going rogue.
Only Lynn is allowed to hurt people on Lynn’s watch.
Nah no stabbing, but carrying a nice big stick for intimidation is ok *sarcasm(since This is obviously a joke and Trae hasn’t been able to tell if I am joking as of lately)*
…you say that, but Jessi used to carry around a big, oversized IMRD stick when she was Workforce organizer.
Yes she did and it kept us in check even though I carried my regular IMRD so that way i could break up clutter vender room walkways.
I really wish I’d never met people who actually ask these sorts of questions…
Having learned to never, ever, ever ask the hotel for anything unless you’re the liason the hard way, nothing is as clear as you think it is to your staff. Better they ask the dumb questions than guess the wrong way.
Sometimes you know there are more than one answers to certain dumb-sounding questions, so you ask them to learn the policy at this specific con.