The movie staring Kevin Bacon "Taking Chance" has such an unassuming title. And here I thought it was a movie about taking chances in life. I was so wrong. Adapted from a true story, it relates the events after the death of Chance Russell Phelps. He died in the Iraq war and he was only 20.
It showed how his body was being transported home and treated with great respect on his journey home ... frpm the persons at the morgue to the undertakers, the service staff at the airports, to the man who delivered his body home to his parents.
Along the way people reacted with sadness and prayers for someone they did not know.
I cried for the boy who lost his young life ... I cried watching the love and warmth being shared ... I cried when the family had to endure the loss. Sage was sitting next to me and he had never seen me cry this much... he passed me the box of tissues. He was curious what other movies could make me cry this much. I just could not remember, but I do remember crying alot.
That night he asked why am I so sensivtive, but I replied that he too was sensitive. But her corrected me, he said he was sensitive to what people said about him, whilst I was sensitive to feelings of others. Oh so that was it.. really I never gave it much thought.
I do not cry at funerals, but I would break down when I see loved ones and friends hooked up to machines or in great pain. I would cry when I see others crying. But not when they are laid to rest ... its a celebration of their life eternal, but when all that is passed, I would miss them dearly and I would cry some more.