Sunday, March 27, 2011

heartbreak

Tonight, I came away from a film sobbing. I had cried several times during the film, but as soon as I hit the safe anonymity of my car, I was reduced to open-mouthed sobs.
The troubles just kept piling on and yet you knew this moment in time had been building for quite a while.
The man was married to a woman he loved very much, but could no longer live with. She was bipolar and had not taken medication since her pregnancy with their second child, their son. He wanted to believe her when she said she was better, she was using light therapy and it had changed her life over the last few months, she loved him and wanted the family back together. He wanted to believe, but was scared to be hurt again, was afraid of having the children hurt again.
The man was having problems with his job. He was a middle man between people needing work and people needing to sell a product. The people needing work were illegal immigrants. So, one group of illegal immigrants were making the products being sold by the other group of illegal immigrants. The cops were being paid, he was being paid, the person in charge of one group of immigrants was being paid. The man was trying to do right for everyone, but he was in the middle when one of the groups was arrested and deported and again when the others died of gas inhalation in a locked, airless warehouse room.
The cemetery where his father was buried had been bought and was to be destroyed so a shopping center could be erected. His father's remains are to be removed and he and his older brother have to decide what to do. The man never knew his father, as his father had died in another country before the man's birth. The brothers must decide whether to cremate their father's body and what to do with the ashes.
The man had been having health problems, but delayed going to a doctor until far too late. His prostate cancer had already spread and was in his very bones. The doctor told him he had only a few months left to live. Now, the man must prepare for his own death.
What would YOU do? Your life is literally falling to pieces before your eyes and you have children who will need care, a brother who is sleeping with your unstable wife and supplying her with cocaine, a job that has vanished into thin air, and your own mortality staring hard at you every minute of every day.
Heartbreaking.

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