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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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Oh lawd, slash evangelist. Hit the ejector seat button and run don’t walk
Yes.
The Slash is the weird part of that interaction.
Sure. 😛
Weird? Nope. Reason to run? Yep. Slash folks are kinda like crossfit enthusiasts or new vegans. You do NOT want to let them get started if you value your sanity, ears, dreams, or keeping your lunch in your stomach where it belongs.
O please tell me this happened when you were at your table with your wife (whose name I know but do not know the spelling)
The real interaction the guy said “Wife and Daughter.”
The “daughter” being Gen, who I was sharing a table with.
There’s like a two year age difference between my wife Crysta and Gen.
The name of this specific strip of the comic is on point.
….wow. Okay, in some cases I can see the assumption being an obvious mistake… fairly sure this is not one of them.
*easy mistake
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