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Lynn Johnston scares me.
I've always found it amusing that the For Better or For Worse strip is a bit of a mirror of my own life. The character of Michael Patterson could very well be a male caricature of myself. We both have two younger sisters, graduated from high school on the same day, got married in the same year, studied journalism in college, and define ourselves as writers.
My mother's father just had a massive heart attack.
His mother's father just had a massive stroke.
I'm not sure I find this funny anymore.
For anyone interested, here is the link to Pop's online guestbook. It will look, for a while, like there are no entries, but I've signed it and I'm sure other people have too -- all the entries get screened before they're posted. Feel free to leave a message; some of you left notes when my grandmother died, and my family really appreciated that.
I find it dreadfully unfair that the sun keeps shining. The way I'm feeling, it ought to just rain perpetually....but I guess that wouldn't be right either.
I thought I was going to be all right this morning, which is a laugh. But it's not entirely my own fault. One of the first things I had to do when I got here was sign a small stack of checks to pay bills, put them in envelopes, seal and stamp them. The check on the very bottom of the stack was to pay the property taxes on the parsonage. It was addressed to the tax collector. You know, my grandfather.
I still don't think I quite believe it. I keep saying it to people -- "My grandfather passed away." "He had a massive heart attack and died immediately." I saw him in the hospital, which is frankly an image I would love to blank out of my mind forever; I never in my life saw him without his teeth before, for one thing, and he just looked so....old. Shrunken and shriveled, with his big ears turning blue. And yet there's a part of me that still hasn't accepted the fact that he's gone. The whole way to the hospital, I kept turning over horrible possibilities in my mind -- Lisa crashed her motorcycle, Liza and George were in a car accident, stuff like that. Always about my sisters. It was like my brain was refusing to even entertain the most likely possibility. On some level it still is.
I've always found it amusing that the For Better or For Worse strip is a bit of a mirror of my own life. The character of Michael Patterson could very well be a male caricature of myself. We both have two younger sisters, graduated from high school on the same day, got married in the same year, studied journalism in college, and define ourselves as writers.
My mother's father just had a massive heart attack.
His mother's father just had a massive stroke.
I'm not sure I find this funny anymore.
For anyone interested, here is the link to Pop's online guestbook. It will look, for a while, like there are no entries, but I've signed it and I'm sure other people have too -- all the entries get screened before they're posted. Feel free to leave a message; some of you left notes when my grandmother died, and my family really appreciated that.
I find it dreadfully unfair that the sun keeps shining. The way I'm feeling, it ought to just rain perpetually....but I guess that wouldn't be right either.
I thought I was going to be all right this morning, which is a laugh. But it's not entirely my own fault. One of the first things I had to do when I got here was sign a small stack of checks to pay bills, put them in envelopes, seal and stamp them. The check on the very bottom of the stack was to pay the property taxes on the parsonage. It was addressed to the tax collector. You know, my grandfather.
I still don't think I quite believe it. I keep saying it to people -- "My grandfather passed away." "He had a massive heart attack and died immediately." I saw him in the hospital, which is frankly an image I would love to blank out of my mind forever; I never in my life saw him without his teeth before, for one thing, and he just looked so....old. Shrunken and shriveled, with his big ears turning blue. And yet there's a part of me that still hasn't accepted the fact that he's gone. The whole way to the hospital, I kept turning over horrible possibilities in my mind -- Lisa crashed her motorcycle, Liza and George were in a car accident, stuff like that. Always about my sisters. It was like my brain was refusing to even entertain the most likely possibility. On some level it still is.