Last time I sat down and shared my thoughts, I was on the high that only Dragon*Con can provide. Walking in the parade and enjoying 50k+ passionate fans of all sides of pop culture. It was a good time this year, as it has been the last two years. Less than a week after I got home, my grandmother Mary-Ann passed away.
Grandma had been ill for a long time. I don't know how many calls or messages I've received in the past two years that have been some variation of 'This might be it.' When the message came in on Monday the 10th of September, something about it was different. You can't send inflection over a text message, but it read differently somehow. I drove up to Bartlesville after work to support my Mom and brother. I hadn't seen anyone from that side of my family in a long time, aside from brief visits with Mom.
Truth be told, I don't feel like I have a lot in common with that side of the family. The Grim clan is a family of blue collar workers; mechanics, welders, and such. They enjoy hunting and fishing. And there exists drama that I want no part of. But they are still family, and seeing my relatives after such a long hiatus did carry some nostalgia. I stayed up there for a few hours, visiting and doing what I could for Mom. Grandma had slipped into a coma and we were all just essentially waiting. She passed a little after midnight.
Mary was ready. She let me know in our last conversation that she was ready and didn't know why she was still here. I don't know if I can think of something more wrenching. As often happens when faced with mortality, I thought of my own life. What am I doing? Where am I going? Time doesn't last forever. It passes by whether or not we're happy, or productive, or cognizant of it. It's easy for me to reflect and think on past mistakes or injustices and dwell on things I cannot change. But that's not doing anyone any favors.
I didn't expect to sit down and share in this direction but I suppose that's what I get when I wake up all grumbly. I went out to a movie last night with friends and had a great time...the flip side to a fun and eventful evening is awakening the next morning to quiet and calm. It tends to depress me a little these days. But I just had breakfast, and I have my coffee, and the weekend is free to make my own choices. So I'll put my shoes on and see what I can find.
After wandering the grounds for a few minutes, snapping a few pictures of the other cars in the parade, I found the DeLorean and met up with the owner, Buddy, and his girlfriend Courtney. He proudly showed me his car and I eagerly took some pictures. Admittedly, Buddy's DeLorean is the very definition of a project car. He bought it for a few thousand dollars and was building it a piece at a time. I tried not to feel spoiled by my friend Gary's perfect car and appreciated the car for what it was: a lovingly crafted fan recreation of the greatest car in film history.
Three more parade walkers arrived shortly after I did. Brandon, another Marty with a hoverboard, was actually my inspiration for my costume. He's been Marty every year I've been to D*C and my friend DeeDee even snapped a pic of him in the same getup at ComicCon this year. Two other Redditors were in the middle of their first Con and came in last-minute George McFly and Biff costumes. They also brought candy to give out to kids, which was a wonderful touch. Great people, all around, and soon it was time to get going.
Buddy told us shortly before the go sign that the car almost overheated on the way to the parade route. He said it should be fine and someone cracked a joke about having to push it like last year. I worried for a moment about what would happen of the DeLorean broke down in notorious fashion in the middle of the parade, but then realized A) it's not my car and B) we would all have a great time anyway. The group in front of us moved forward and Buddy went to start the car. It wouldn't start.
Buddy immediately hopped up and popped the hood; evidently, there was a cable that would come loose pretty regularly. D*C Parade Management started yelling at us that we had to move NOW or we were out. More scrambling and Buddy went to start; still no joy. We decided to give it a push, assisted by an Admiral Adama, and the car finally turned over. The parade attendees nearby let out a raucous cheer for our success as we rolled forward. The officials were very clear that we needed to leave the parade if the car wasn't up to it; Buddy ensured them everything was fine now.
Suddenly, the entire radiator dumped on the street and the engine started to smoke; Buddy turned off the motor. Thankfully, we were on a downhill and coasted rather effortlessly. Still, there were a few moments where Buddy had to restart the car to get some momentum. When that happened, the starter screeched and it was obvious the car was having problems. However, in true D*C fashion, as soon as it turned over, the whole crowd cheered in celebration. As we got to the end of the route, Buddy sped off down the street to get the car someplace safe. I laughed with my new friends and proceeded to enjoy a busy day at the Con.
It was a wonderful experience. I hope I get to do it again next year!