The Revival – Remeet
Because of the storyline’s late start, there will also be an extra comic Monday Wednesday.
Current Post On Trae’s Blog:
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 waiting for the one person that always pipes up with, “Don’t kink shame!”
*points* you just did
Ruth didn’t say it wasn’t an option for *someone*, just that that is the ONLY way it would be an option. ?
Death by snu/snu!
“If they get their hands on us, they’ll rape us to death, eat our flesh, and wear our skins for blankets. If we’re lucky, they’ll do it in that order…”
With the money they save on the super-cheap Expo option they could buy a fuckton of rat poison and paint to be used in advance.
What, legit possibility that Neil may show up for our con?! OF COURSE it is gonna be there!
I was under the impression that this webcomic is roughly contemporary; it’s been a while since Gaiman has lived in Menomonie — and there was enough noise about his split that I’d expect this crew to know that.
Um, last I checked he still lives there. He splits time there and at his wife Amanda Palmer’s place out east, so he’s not there as often as he used to be, but he still calls it home.
(I literally live within twenty minutes of Menomonie)