It crosses my mind that I forgot to give you a review of the movie, Red. My son and I went to see it last Friday, and while it was an OK movie, my advice is wait to see it in DVD release. One thing I learned from my parents is that if you can't say something good about something or someone, it's best to say nothing at all. I will say I'm disappointed that all of the things that made me laugh in the trailers were the best parts of the movie and therefore, I'd already seen the funny parts. Zombieland was better. And free.
Sunday is full moon movie night with my best friend. Since it's the eve of a delicate anniversary for her, and really all of us who loved her daughter, I let her choose the flick. To my complete and utter shock, she has selected, Hereafter. When I asked Fanette if she was sure about this, she said, "what better time could there be?" Hereafter, it is then and between now and Sunday, I'll stock up on tissues.
For the entire summer, numbers and days have been coming up for my friend. Seven. Seven years since we laid her daughter to rest. Twenty seven. The age she would have been right now. Apparently, she's noticed the days have lined up like they haven't in seven years. Her daughter died on Monday the 25th and was buried Friday the 29th. For her, these anniversaries are more painful then previous years and she has been feeling trepidation, particularly with the number seven. She's convinced herself that seven is the amount of years it takes for constant stress to take a toll on a sufferer and make its presence known in the form of something physically horrific.
Though I can't alleviate her burden, nor make her feel better about the number seven, I can be there to watch this movie with her. According to Rodger Ebert, this is an excellent and thoughtful movie from, Clint Eastwood, about what may happen when we die.