Paul told me he saw a
movie on TV I needed to see. We went to
rent it, but it was already checked out.
We went to two stores that night to buy it, and neither one had the
movie. The next day Paul went to another
store and found the movie.
The movie was a very
hard movie to watch because it was about a man who had ALS (Morrie), and he
ended up dying at the end of the movie.
His former student came to visit him each Tuesday, and Morrie taught him
many life lessons. Morrie slowly started
to deteriorate, and it reminded me of watching Mom lose the ability to do
things. He struggled to hold his glass
to drink, he was unable to drive, and he needed people to get him up and down
out of a chair. I think one of the
hardest parts to watch was seeing him crying in bed when he dropped his pencil. He thought of something he wanted to write
down, but he could not pick up the pencil.
If Paul was not in the
room, I would have openly lamented out loud.
It wasn’t a cry like you have when you watch a sad movie and have tears
in your eyes. I was crying, crying. One time I let out a noise as I was crying
and stopped quickly because Paul was in the room. The movie flooded me with so many emotions
and memories of Mom, but I was glad I watched the movie. I told Jennifer and Jamie last night, I think
they should watch it.
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