I watched Parenthood. And again, the damn writers & editors nailed it.
- The night before surgery to fight an unknown -- and unfelt -- demon. Not even knowing what the battle was for nor how to prepare for it.
- The getting of the news. And not so much what was heard, but what wasn't. Tonight's music drowned the voices. In real life, it's one's own thoughts that muddle any spoken word.
- The sharing of the future. It's going to be OK. Really? Hell, no. It doesn't feel like that. But it is. Wait, it only just might be. Or, it could be the worst possible outcome, too. It feels like all of those things. To have to choose to tell facts when the facts aren't how one feels, that's the hard part.
So, too, is watching Parenthood. I need to stop.
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