Spoiler Alert if you haven’t seen Brooklyn, the movie.
I was planning to write into the morning but my fingers itch to get this out on the page.
I’ve been inside since my return from Ellenville this morning just breathing in the new spirits around me: candles in the fireplace , candles on the new top shelf of the media unit and on the TV, the movie, Brooklyn, a well reviewed 2015 movie, nominated for awards lore. Funny, but I did sit through a viewing of it in the Fall, at the mall with Marie-France. I thought I napped just a bit, but no, I missed probably 2/3’s of it. I was so exhausted then. I probably missed most of the movies I ran to see, Just being in a dark theater was my salvation- my way to be in our church, even it was the place I missed you most.
But here, in my very fresh, very clean apartment, on the TV that we watched our last months of movies together, I’m teary, but wide awake for each lovely frame of Brooklyn, 2nd time around. Yes, Tuvia this is a movie that would make you smile and feel that it was not a waste of time or money. Irish characters, beautiful ,radiant and honest protagonist immigrating to Brooklyn to make a new life for herself. A wonderfully organic, honest boyfriend… and love!!!!
It’s in the second our of movie and I am starting to tear up.Right now you would turn to me as I sob and gently take my hand, rub it against your cheek and kiss it and I would cry even more… like I’m crying now. I wonder, are my tears the same…
When we sat together in the darkness and I say body shook as I sobbed and you held onto me tightly I felt loved.
Now? I want to say that I feel your presence even if you are not actually holding onto me.
I can say for sure that I am sobbing, but it’s not a mourner’s tsunami.
Last kiss T…
Yes, you are with me…