LittleMissLikesToFight
Into Every Generation...
My mom passed away this year. In february. It was, quite like Joyce, sudden. And also like Joyce, she was young by most standards (only 51). When I got up to The Body in around august, i wasn't sure if i wanted to watch it or not. I had only seen it the once on t.v. prior. But i wasn't sure if i would be ready to watch such an episode. However, i felt wrong skipping an episode after watching everything else all the way through.
So i found a time when i could be alone, and watched it. And cried. Cried hysterically. Because it was all so true. The emotion, the confusion, the anger, the shock... it was so perfectly displayed and unlike any other take on death i have seen. And as hard as it was for me to watch the episode, it almost made me feel better because ifelt like i was understood. That those writers understood. that the actors who so wonderfully portrayed how it really feels, in some way, understood. It sounds funny but the episode makes me feel a little less alone.
I swear if I ever met Joss i would give him the biggest hug and thank you for it.
So i found a time when i could be alone, and watched it. And cried. Cried hysterically. Because it was all so true. The emotion, the confusion, the anger, the shock... it was so perfectly displayed and unlike any other take on death i have seen. And as hard as it was for me to watch the episode, it almost made me feel better because ifelt like i was understood. That those writers understood. that the actors who so wonderfully portrayed how it really feels, in some way, understood. It sounds funny but the episode makes me feel a little less alone.
I swear if I ever met Joss i would give him the biggest hug and thank you for it.
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DarlaFan2011
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