Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

I avoid watching movies like these.  Not because I think I won’t like them, but because I know they’ll haunt me.

Last night, while I was happily farming away in Farmville, my hubby put on Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. 

After harvesting the last of my imaginary crops, I shut down my laptop and watched.  I cried.  A lot.


The thing that got me was imagining how people felt on September 11th not knowing where their loved ones were and not being able to help them.

Dialing 911 and getting no answer. 

Getting a call from someone in the building saying that something’s happened and they’re waiting to find out what they’re supposed to do.

Coming home to a voice mail from someone and knowing you missed that call.

Talking to someone for what you know is the last time.  How do you do that?  What would you say?  “I love you” doesn’t even begin to cover it.



It made me think of that old, “Live life to the fullest every day” saying.  But really, how do you do that?  You still have to get up and go to work.  You still have to do the million little things that need to be done.  Pay the bills, clean the kitty litter, do the laundry … where does the “fullness” come in?


I can only fill my heart with love and hope that’s enough. If something bad happens maybe that will get me through it.  When good things happen, hopefully that will allow me to accept and appreciate them.