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 imagine Sarah has a playlist of Taylor Swift and Tragic Kingdom era Gwen Stefani on her phone right now.
Taylor Swift? Probably.
Gwen Stefani? Probably not.
Sarah was born in 1995. She probably only knows who Gwen Stefani is from The Voice.
(If she does, she considers No Doubt “Dad music” or something)
This is wrong in ways that make my eye twitch.
This…makes me feel so old. ;_;
Today’s teens and college students feel the way about 90’s ska as we did about 70’s disco.
Our joy is that in the 2030’s, the next generation will feel that way about Drake and Fetty Wap.
This doesn’t really seem to be Ruth’s fault. If in the past Steve had appt access and Sarah revoked it, she should have told her roommates in order to avoid exactly this situation. Not doing that means letting Steve in the appt is a perfectly reasonable decision for Ruth to make. (And no, a Facebook status change does not count as telling people, it’s far too easy to miss to be considered reliable)