My mother passed away on December 10, 2009. I needed a way to help myself work through the grieving process. I knew that just writing an occasional entry in a paper journal wouldn't help me deal w/ the myriad of emotions. I've pledged to write in this blog every day for a year to chronicle what I hope will lead from the pain of mourning to the glory of remembrance.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Friday, 23 April 2010 -- Day 124 (137)
After a crazy day of listening to speeches in both my face-to-face classes and my online class and helping decorate for the post-prom party at the high school, I needed to disappear for a couple of hours. It's not truly disappearing since my family knew where I was, but it was wonderful to just melt into a crowd w/ a tub of popcorn and a root beer and just be entertained. I don't think I ever went to a movie w/ Mom. Mom and Dad used to take my older brothers, who are 14 and 16 years older than I, to the movies every Saturday night. Back then the movie theatre was only 10 miles away, but when I was older that one closed and the closest one was 25 miles away. That, and the higher price of movie tickets are probably why we never went when my sister and I came along. Most of my memories of Saturday nights when I was younger was taking a bath then eating a Hershey's candy bar while lying on my stomach in front of the TV to watch Lawrence Welk. Yep, instead of King Kong on the big screen, I got the Champagne Orchestra on the boob tube. The first words I remember reading were "The End" at the conclusion of movies, and, yes, the words were in black and white. I guess movies have always been a part of my life.
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