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Post-FA:U journal, grandfather passed away, etc.
11 years ago
So FA:U was pretty damn great. I loved how small it was, to be honest. I liked seeing familiar faces, and meeting new, friendly people too!
I roomed with
nightlinez and 
sixxxshot and they were awesome, as they always were. Lots of laughter and ganging up on Linez because why not?
Did a Walmart run (WALMART IN NJ DOES NOT HAVE BEER!) and got the BEST of the shopping carts there. And it was still shitty as fuck.
I mentioned that I met a few awesome people! Some of which are:
knottyascot/Glowsheep (got 2 badge commissions from him, which I LOVE, and yes I'll scan them later for ya), 
kittengrinder (greyscale commission coming later), 
spartadog (got my little clay rainbow snake from him, which I've named Stella Jr.), 
cobaltthefox, 
reaux and 
kitsunefoxman (they finished up my adorable bandana badge from AC), and a bunch of other people.
Hung out at the Zoo with
logarthsheppy while he was very ... "hydrated" ... Met up again with 
yuricrabking and got some pics in his Kingler hoodie. Ran into 
runrunner who was very supportive and gave his condolences to my family situation (more on the situation later in the journal). Saw 
lilbluefoxie and 
landisf again, got some great pics of those two. Saw the dance competition, got some cool pics there as well! Also, I saw a little snippet of the concert on Saturday, and I wish I could've seen more.
I met
grottokraft and Angelica at the ATC swap panel, turned out they were local-ish, and going back home to the area of MA where I picked up 
iko and 
daigo, and they were able to get Iko and Daigo home on Monday when I couldn't do that. (I go into that reason in the next paragraph.)
So the thing that was pretty bad this weekend is that on Friday I got the call from my dad that my grandfather had passed away. This was an expected phone call, though, and I had told Iko and Daigo that I might possibly have to go be with my family and not be able to take them back home after the con. They were okay with it, and everything ended up working out when I met Krafty that night, and turns out they were going to the same town as my car-mates.
So I got the call Friday evening, and in Jewish tradition, they bury the deceased 24 hours after their passing away. However, since Friday is the day before the Sabbath, he was buried Sunday afternoon. I had to leave the convention Saturday evening and drive over to where my parents were staying (at a hotel about half an hour away, as my grandfather lived in NJ and the funeral happened to be close by to the con).
I knew that I could get that call. I did. But it hurt a lot. And there was a lot of crying, and lots of memories and shared stories at the funeral and burial. He was the only grandparent I ever grew up knowing. My mom's dad died of ALS when he was still relatively young. My dad's mom died when I was maybe 1 year old. My mom's mom died when I was 4 or 5. And so the grandparent I always had throughout my whole life, the one who was independent and smart and amazing, who went into work to consult at the law firm he worked for EVEN INTO HIS MID-EIGHTIES by riding the train every day from Long Island to NYC... I couldn't believe he would ever die. He would come up to NH growing up and stay in the "Grandpa Suite" above the garage of my parents' house. I would be taught by him how to make the best of silly faces. I would watch mom and him play Upwords (basically 3D Scrabble). We would have so much great fun. All my life, he was the one grandparent I knew.
But recently his health had been very poor, and his body was failing. He went very peacefully, I hear. He was made very comfortable during his last hospital stay, and I knew he might not last the weekend even before I set sail to NJ.
This weekend was such a mix of greatness and sadness. So positive to be around people most of the weekend who were super supportive and helpful and friendly and amazing. It was great to do a little art (got to use
belledraco's Copics which I missed so much)! Then the sad news... wasn't so great. But he lived a long, successful, VERY loving life! He was 93 years old.
I might edit this journal if there's anybody I forgot to mention or anything I forgot to say.
But overall, it was a weekend that had some wonderful, positive stuff, and some sad, life-changing stuff. Things. Yes.
I roomed with
nightlinez and 
sixxxshot and they were awesome, as they always were. Lots of laughter and ganging up on Linez because why not?Did a Walmart run (WALMART IN NJ DOES NOT HAVE BEER!) and got the BEST of the shopping carts there. And it was still shitty as fuck.
I mentioned that I met a few awesome people! Some of which are:
knottyascot/Glowsheep (got 2 badge commissions from him, which I LOVE, and yes I'll scan them later for ya), 
kittengrinder (greyscale commission coming later), 
spartadog (got my little clay rainbow snake from him, which I've named Stella Jr.), 
cobaltthefox, 
reaux and 
kitsunefoxman (they finished up my adorable bandana badge from AC), and a bunch of other people.Hung out at the Zoo with
logarthsheppy while he was very ... "hydrated" ... Met up again with 
yuricrabking and got some pics in his Kingler hoodie. Ran into 
runrunner who was very supportive and gave his condolences to my family situation (more on the situation later in the journal). Saw 
lilbluefoxie and 
landisf again, got some great pics of those two. Saw the dance competition, got some cool pics there as well! Also, I saw a little snippet of the concert on Saturday, and I wish I could've seen more.I met
grottokraft and Angelica at the ATC swap panel, turned out they were local-ish, and going back home to the area of MA where I picked up 
iko and 
daigo, and they were able to get Iko and Daigo home on Monday when I couldn't do that. (I go into that reason in the next paragraph.)So the thing that was pretty bad this weekend is that on Friday I got the call from my dad that my grandfather had passed away. This was an expected phone call, though, and I had told Iko and Daigo that I might possibly have to go be with my family and not be able to take them back home after the con. They were okay with it, and everything ended up working out when I met Krafty that night, and turns out they were going to the same town as my car-mates.
So I got the call Friday evening, and in Jewish tradition, they bury the deceased 24 hours after their passing away. However, since Friday is the day before the Sabbath, he was buried Sunday afternoon. I had to leave the convention Saturday evening and drive over to where my parents were staying (at a hotel about half an hour away, as my grandfather lived in NJ and the funeral happened to be close by to the con).
I knew that I could get that call. I did. But it hurt a lot. And there was a lot of crying, and lots of memories and shared stories at the funeral and burial. He was the only grandparent I ever grew up knowing. My mom's dad died of ALS when he was still relatively young. My dad's mom died when I was maybe 1 year old. My mom's mom died when I was 4 or 5. And so the grandparent I always had throughout my whole life, the one who was independent and smart and amazing, who went into work to consult at the law firm he worked for EVEN INTO HIS MID-EIGHTIES by riding the train every day from Long Island to NYC... I couldn't believe he would ever die. He would come up to NH growing up and stay in the "Grandpa Suite" above the garage of my parents' house. I would be taught by him how to make the best of silly faces. I would watch mom and him play Upwords (basically 3D Scrabble). We would have so much great fun. All my life, he was the one grandparent I knew.
But recently his health had been very poor, and his body was failing. He went very peacefully, I hear. He was made very comfortable during his last hospital stay, and I knew he might not last the weekend even before I set sail to NJ.
This weekend was such a mix of greatness and sadness. So positive to be around people most of the weekend who were super supportive and helpful and friendly and amazing. It was great to do a little art (got to use
belledraco's Copics which I missed so much)! Then the sad news... wasn't so great. But he lived a long, successful, VERY loving life! He was 93 years old.I might edit this journal if there's anybody I forgot to mention or anything I forgot to say.
But overall, it was a weekend that had some wonderful, positive stuff, and some sad, life-changing stuff. Things. Yes.
