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Grief through Fiction
Sep. 25th, 2015 12:36 pmI am bad with emotions. And grief is hard even for people who are good with emotions.
So, as with everything, I'm letting fiction do the work for me.
I've written about this before, about coming to bed after watching Houdini, which ended the only way it could, and bawling all over Richard. He asked if it was the movie. It was and it wasn't. The movie let me shed those tears for Mom that I'd been holding for four months.
And for Darren, it was Smallville. See, I knew Jonathan Kent died in Season 5. I was NOT expecting it on the 100th episode. It blindsided me and I got my crying on. I've been meaning to write a post about the framing and imagery of that episode, from the scene where he helps Martha on with her pearls, to the scene where she can't manage them herself before the funeral. That, and Clark all in black and white, without a trace of red or blue on him, that got me. I don't have it in me, and the disc has gone back to Netflix. And all Youtube gives me is this or the death scene:
Today, as his family and friends gather in Billings, and I am here alone, I do my own comforting.
And one from a fanfic I wrote, years ago, that seems oddly appropriate.
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So, as with everything, I'm letting fiction do the work for me.
I've written about this before, about coming to bed after watching Houdini, which ended the only way it could, and bawling all over Richard. He asked if it was the movie. It was and it wasn't. The movie let me shed those tears for Mom that I'd been holding for four months.
And for Darren, it was Smallville. See, I knew Jonathan Kent died in Season 5. I was NOT expecting it on the 100th episode. It blindsided me and I got my crying on. I've been meaning to write a post about the framing and imagery of that episode, from the scene where he helps Martha on with her pearls, to the scene where she can't manage them herself before the funeral. That, and Clark all in black and white, without a trace of red or blue on him, that got me. I don't have it in me, and the disc has gone back to Netflix. And all Youtube gives me is this or the death scene:
Today, as his family and friends gather in Billings, and I am here alone, I do my own comforting.
And one from a fanfic I wrote, years ago, that seems oddly appropriate.
Full story
( Read more... )
