Mom and I went to the movie "My Sister's Keeper" today. It wasn't a smart move on my part - I cried from the moment it started. The scenes of chemo, bone marrow aspirations -- just re-experiencing someone dying of leukemia -- was hard to experience.
Of course, Mom sat there like an immovable rock. I'm sobbing as hard as the family in the movie!! Mom did feel some sympathy for me and pulled a tissue from her purse!
The dying young girl always talked about Montana. After her death, every year, on the anniversary of her passing, the family would gather in Montana to remember her. Ironically, it had always been a goal of Sandra to visit her good friend in Montana. I think I need to go there!
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