Today I did something I couldn’t believe.

This will be a very brief and too the point post.

I was flipping channels and saw a movie, ‘Two Weeks’ (not to be confused with ‘Two Weeks Notice’, which may have been some peoples first thought). This movie stars Sally Field as a mom dying of cancer who has her four children visiting her for a last goodbye.

Why did I even turn to that station? I watched a few minutes, there were some funny moments, and then the grandchildren came in, happy moment, then tired, then a friend came in, she left and press the morphine pump for the pain.

I think I made it through about fifteen minutes and I turned into a giant puddle of blubbering mush, oh brother. There is a reason I don’t watch this stuff, not just because it’s sad, I can still watch ‘Beaches’ and cry and move on, but this type of thing hits way too close to home.

I remember when the movie ‘Because I Said So’ came out, I saw the preview when I was in the theater and started bawling like a baby, from the preview. I don’t know if the movie was good, I just knew I couldn’t watch it (nothing to do with cancer). The main character was celebrating her 60th birthday and my mom would forever be 58. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0490084/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

I know I don’t talk about my mom much, not sure I’m ready, maybe someday.

Let’s just say I didn’t continue to watch Two Weeks, and I don’t think I ever will.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0448166/?ref_=nv_sr_3