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Its not Part 3, but its a post

Posted Dec 29 2008 6:35pm
Haven't been able to concentrate today enough to work on Part 3. My days have not been my own lately... I've been agitated and grouchy all day and haven't been in the right mindset to write. At least I haven't felt like writing anything nice. And didn't all of our Mothers teach us : "if you can't say [in my case, write] anything nice, don't say [write] anything at all"...

Yeh, well thats been me today.

However, I had a God Wink happen today. If you are new to my blog and you don't know what in the tarnation a God Wink is, you need to read this post first... anyhoo...

Back in October, yes, October, I rented a movie from Blockbuster.com (a God send in itself, and perfect for me who always forgets to watch movies before they are due.... Blockbuster.com doesn't HAVE a due date....) and its been sitting on the shelf.

...and you know how we, well- I, have been talking about angels and 'God Winks' and following your heart and yadda, yadda, yadda.... Are you still with me????

Today I watched the movie. Why today? I don't know. Felt like a good day to watch that thing and return it in tomorrow's mail. So I sat down this afternoon and watched...

...an art student... fall in love, desperate love... unthinkable, unorthodox, strange love... with a man from a foreign land... then, if that weren't similar enough, they get married despite both sides of the family thinking it was too soon, wrong, and that they were WAY too different...

Of course, life gets in the way and their perfect love is replaced by fighting over money, bills, jobs and the lack of all of those things and the future.... (eerily familiar here)...

...and that's where the similarities stopped.

The husband in the movie? He died. Of a brain tumor...

Except that he knew he was dying and he planned ahead, a plan to give her messages, through an intricately woven plan of letters, tapes, events, and trips to help her cope with her loss and to get on with her life...

I cried and cried and cried while watching the movie. I cried for the movie itself, I cried because I saw myself in Hilary Swank's character, and I cried because I saw my husband in hers...

We worry too much about the daily grind. We argue too much about things that aren't really important. We forget on a daily basis just how much we love one another and the history that brought us here to this moment. The laughter, the first kisses, the 'I do's', and all of the other moments from the running documentary of our lives....

In an instant they can all be gone.
Well, let me rephrase that... in an instant they will all be gone, and one of us will probably be left behind to pick up the pieces and move on... So as the movie opened my eyes, let me open yours and remind you to take advantage of today for tomorrow is no one's guarantee...

... the movie? P.S. I Love You

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