Pass the tissues!

So last night I cried. I probably cried about 10 times...sometimes just an itty-bitty tear and at other times, it was a-flowing. I should probably also mention that at the same time that my eyes were flooding my cheeks, we were watching a Hillary Swank movie called P.S. - I love you.

I should probably also mention that I was PMS'ing. :)

I highly recommend this movie. I mean really...it was good. Probably more so for women considering that my side-glances caught Rich yawning his way through. Thankfully it was our movie night so he couldn't leave me to my tears. He was obliged to stay with me as I sniffled my way through the movie.

I don't want to give away the story but what I will tell you is that this is a beautiful and well-told story about a wife who tragically loses her husband to a brain tumor. Wallowing in her despair she begins to receive letters from him that he planned before his death. These letters become the path to her re-birth.



So why will this move make you weep like a cholicy baby? First, Hillary Swank does it again with her fabulous acting. She so clearly embodies the pain of a widow. I love watching the breadth of her facial expressions that she so delicately manipulates to fit the story. It's pure art.

Second this movie shows the depth of emotion that can only accompany the death of a loved one. Watching Hillary's character (Holly) journey through this nightmare...sigh...I just get so lost for words (and that doesn't happen often!). It was heart-breaking. I mean, heart-crushing. It really made me realize how much I love my Rich. I kept thinking what life would be like without him. I can't imagine. That's the real reason why I cried. The crazy and zany things that Holly did in the movie - that's probably what I would do. For example, right after the funeral she strips down, crawls in to bed and calls his cellphone over and over and over again...just so that she can his voice on his greeting. Heart c-r-u-s-h-i-n-g. What would my life look like if I didn't have my Rich? Gasp. Crush. Gasp.

So as we finished the movie and I cried through the credits and Rich ran as fast as he could away from the living room, I decided that I needed to communicate to Rich how much that movie effected me and why.

Climbing in to bed, I started searching my mind for the right words. It was incredibly hard. I can handle the "I love you's" but that's about it. Anything else and suddenly my mouth dries up and my brain takes a siesta. I'll save you the weepy details but a half hour later after much struggling, I sniffled out to Rich how much I love him and that the whole way through the movie I was thinking about him. I'm not sure that he really understood what I was mumbling to him. Well maybe he did but didn't know how to communicate that he did. He's a guy, you know? Either way I am so glad that I did it and that I didn't chicken out by writing it to him in a card (my original idea).

So if you want a good cry - because sometimes it feels so good to feel such a strong emotion and to feel the whispery tears swim down your face - or perhaps because you're needing a refresher as to why you put up with the annoying habits of your mate (!) - or maybe it's because you find yourself with an evening to yourself and a pint (or two) of ice cream - find this move online or at your video store.

S O G O O D.