Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Thursday, August 14, 2014
I'm home
from my grandmother's funeral. It's been a sad and long couple of days, but it was good to see my family. I just wish it had been under better circumstances. She is at peace, at least, and she lived a long life. She looked beautiful in the pink dress she had chosen to be buried in, and I have a carnation from the spray that matched that I'm going to press in remembrance. I'm still not sure it's fully hit me that she's gone. I'm sure it will, though.
Labels:
Deaths,
Funerals,
Grandmother
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