It’s been hard suddenly to go to the movies without you. Last year I spent precious movie time alone and sleeping in theaters. This year I have avoided movie theaters but it’s almost Oscar night and I’ll be back in Israel on Wednesday so I did spontaneously spend the afternoon watching Lion with Hilda in the smallest of the mall’s theaters.
Of course I knew what it was about but I wasn’t expecting to cry for you. I did. I sobbed as I watched a 5-year-old accidentally separated from his brother and ultimately his family for 25 years.
I was with you, walking in your shoes as you were left at 6 in the hands of a distant relative when your parents had to leave you behind, dealing with the sudden effects of the stock market crash. I was with you.
I was with you as you escaped from the Romanian/German work in Russia hoping to get home alive. I was with you
But today, you weren’t with me to digest this powerful movie and make emotional connections to your own challenges to get home.
I couldn’t talk about this T. I just sobbed and missed you deeply.
I wonder when I’ll be able to embrace a movie in a dark theater and not long for you.
And now to packing… activity keeps me sane.