It’s Friday night and I am at home. After stopping at Subway for dinner (glamorous, huh?) and topping it off with some infamous Malibu Yogurt (affectionately called “Malibu Yo” by Malibuites), I came back to the house intent on going through the mounds of accumulated mail on the dining room table. Believing in the power of multi-tasking, I turned on the television and scrolled through the channels and landed on a station that was showing “Sleepless in Seattle
You know the story. Tom Hanks (Sam) has lost his wife and moves to Seattle
The radio host says, “People who truly loved once are far more likely to love again,” and then she asks Tom “do you think that there is someone out there that you could love as much as your wife?” Tom Hanks says, “…Well, that is hard to imagine.” The follow-up question is “[Tom}, what are you going to do?” Tom Hank’s response is what struck me, “Well, I am going to get out bed, breathe in and out. Then after awhile I won’t have to remind myself, to get out of bed or breathe in and out. And then after awhile, I won’t have to think about how I had it great and perfect for awhile.”
You guessed it--I lost it. The screenwriter nailed it—it is just how I feel. “Sleepless in Malibu
The movie has a lovely ending. It is the kind of movie that gives one hope that love can and will come again. But not every story has that ending and I must learn to cope with the “singleness” that has been forced upon me. This is the first time in my life that I have lived alone—I went straight from the dormitory to marriage and this is another “first” for me. Adapting is not easy, but it is required. One day at a time.
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