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teslanomaly) wrote2005-02-14 02:01 pm
teslanomaly) wrote2005-02-14 02:01 pm
The Obligatory Valentine's Day Post:
...wherein I avoid a declaration of my personal beliefs regarding the day, chiefly by pointing at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alliath's post and neherenia's post, and declaring: "...Yeah. What they said."
V-Day holds a special little onus for me: It was a year ago, today, that my grandmother passed away--the last grandparent I had, and the only one I was really close to. So I feel like I should be particularly depressed, and yet, I'm not. I miss her terribly, and last Valentine's Day was a terrible time for me. But I don't miss her any more today than I have for the past year, so it's an anniversary I'm going to try to remember with love for her, rather than sadness.
She was a super-special person, taught me how to play a variety of card games (including one particularly interesting one entitled 'Spite and Malice,' which is every bit as vicious as it sounds. I remember nothing of the rules, except that it is played with two full decks of cards, and all four jokers), took me "fishing" off the end of her porch for pinecones and flowers, sponsored my debut at the Augusta Country Club (*twitch* twitch* ...okay, well, nevermind that part), and sang me to sleep every Christmas Eve when I was a child. I love her terribly.
That is all.
alliath's post and neherenia's post, and declaring: "...Yeah. What they said."V-Day holds a special little onus for me: It was a year ago, today, that my grandmother passed away--the last grandparent I had, and the only one I was really close to. So I feel like I should be particularly depressed, and yet, I'm not. I miss her terribly, and last Valentine's Day was a terrible time for me. But I don't miss her any more today than I have for the past year, so it's an anniversary I'm going to try to remember with love for her, rather than sadness.
She was a super-special person, taught me how to play a variety of card games (including one particularly interesting one entitled 'Spite and Malice,' which is every bit as vicious as it sounds. I remember nothing of the rules, except that it is played with two full decks of cards, and all four jokers), took me "fishing" off the end of her porch for pinecones and flowers, sponsored my debut at the Augusta Country Club (*twitch* twitch* ...okay, well, nevermind that part), and sang me to sleep every Christmas Eve when I was a child. I love her terribly.
That is all.