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I think the interesting thing I've noticed over the (thankfully) limited experience I have with dealing with death is how different it is every single time. Now that the clinical introspection is out of the way, the content:
With my Nana, so far the mourning has been in the form of introspective reflection punctuating a sort of grief-fueled creative productivity (...In the form of an GURPS campaign I set I'd organise some months back starting to materialize before my player's eyes)
...Until today. The grief fueled creative productivity still seems to be going strong (...Although more obviously grief fueled right now. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with the result of that, but I sure as heck aren't just going to let it sit on my harddrive), but I went to see Beauty and the Beast with my mother. Why was I doing that six days after my nana's (on my mother's side) death and three days before her funeral? Well, my mother was going to take her there her to see it for her birthday, I had expressed interest but hadn't gotten round to getting the tickets, due to knowing the girl that's playing Belle in this production from childhood, and, well, my Nana would never have forgiven us if the tickets had gone to waste.
...It was... A powerful experience. A painful one, but a good sort of pain. The production was also good, and the girl playing Belle fantastic, but that's irrelevant to the power of the experience in this case.
I'm coping well, all in all, I think.
With my Nana, so far the mourning has been in the form of introspective reflection punctuating a sort of grief-fueled creative productivity (...In the form of an GURPS campaign I set I'd organise some months back starting to materialize before my player's eyes)
...Until today. The grief fueled creative productivity still seems to be going strong (...Although more obviously grief fueled right now. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with the result of that, but I sure as heck aren't just going to let it sit on my harddrive), but I went to see Beauty and the Beast with my mother. Why was I doing that six days after my nana's (on my mother's side) death and three days before her funeral? Well, my mother was going to take her there her to see it for her birthday, I had expressed interest but hadn't gotten round to getting the tickets, due to knowing the girl that's playing Belle in this production from childhood, and, well, my Nana would never have forgiven us if the tickets had gone to waste.
...It was... A powerful experience. A painful one, but a good sort of pain. The production was also good, and the girl playing Belle fantastic, but that's irrelevant to the power of the experience in this case.
I'm coping well, all in all, I think.
