All the original episodes of Land of the Lost are now available for free at Hulu. Because life is like that some times.
(This was a show that, more than any other, I associated with watching at my grandma’s house when I was a kid. I will watch them in the days to come, with no small amount of bittersweet nostalgia, in her memory - even though I think she always thought the show was pretty freaking weird and that I was a strange kid for being so obsessed with it. Which, to be fair: true and true.)
That whole ‘circle of life’ thing really takes on a whole new level of meaning and relevance when your grandmother passes away a month before a child of yours is to be born.
I get that this is how it works. I do not have to like it. I am selfish, I wanted them both in the world at the same time.
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet:
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply I may forget.”
- Christina Rossetti
My grandma died today, suddenly. She had a massive stroke this morning around 8:30am, went into a coma, and had her breathing tube removed a little before 5pm this evening, passing away about five minutes later with a few of us gathered around her hospital bed. I was fortunate enough to be with her all day - the only grandchild (of 9) that lived closed enough to get there - and though she never awoke, I at least had the chance to hug her, and thank her, and say goodbye. Which is never enough.
She was an incredible grandma to us growing up, the kind that kept cookies in an actual cookie jar on the counter and a penny gumball machine in the kitchen. She wrote poetry for most of her life and, around 60 or so, decided she wanted to take a creative writing class to learn how to write short stories. One of them was about me, and it made me feel like the most special person in the whole entire world.
I can’t even begin to describe how bad my heart hurts right now.
Rest in Peace, Grandma Marie (1924-2009)