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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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Craaaaawliiing iiiiin myyyy skiiiiin
Someone restrain lynn from giving that little brat what she deserves
I CAN NOT STAND fake cristians
No True Scotsman?
It’s not about “real” and “fake” Christians.
The religion doesn’t change people. At most it might give someone an excuse. No, a person is open minded or closed minded, a person is good or bad, a person is hurting or not hurting. And they happen to be Christian or happen not to be Christian.
A lot of the cast of UnCONventional is Christian. It’s just how the demographics work out in this country. Heck, Megan herself is a Christian. But while there are many open minded people of the Christian faith in this country, there are a lot who aren’t.
You don’t get to call them “fake” Christians because you happen to disagree with them. Heck, that minimizes the problem. It makes it not the responsibility of everyone else using the label to deal with those voices. Pretending they aren’t part of the same group actually EXCUSES their behavior.
But hey, I get your sentiment and frustration.
Woah, things are getting intense now.
….yeah, this ain’t gonna end with sunshine and skittles…
I’m curious about the comments in the last two comics referencing ending this with physical violence. I’m in no way a pacifist but in what way would that improve the situation? Also generally that’s not how adults solve their problems.
People always want to see Lynn hit people, even in situations where there’s no way it would be in character for her to do it.
This is gonna be a really rough read this month. phewww.
But people say all sorts of horrible shit in the first day or two of mourning, but she’s still an ass right now.
When I came up with the concept for this storyline, I made myself cry.
So my goal in the writing is “Make everyone feel as bad as I did when I conceived this.”