Montana: I'll Meet You There

When I saw the previews for My Sister's Keeper. I looked over at Indiana Jones and said in the most absolute voice I could muster up, "I will never see that movie." And he smiled. Cause he knows...I only like light-hearted fun movies. He knows I become a part of the movie. I think the characters are real. I think about them. Talk about them over the next weeks, sometimes months. I have a heard time telling reality for fantasy. Does this surprise you?

I often live in my fantasy world (wink, wink). Pretending I am friends with people I never see. Or have long conversations in the car with people that are not even there -- over important stuff -- life if during theses-hard-economic recession times, if company should cut back on their complimentary tampons in the ladies room or not. I know. I am deep. Or I will eat lunch by myself at the Blue Marlin by my office and have an entire conversation with my friend about the price of tea in China. It's how I roll and all.

Anyhoo, reality. It is hard for me to stay there. So I cannot go see a movie that will take me where I do not want to be. And I instantly KNEW My Sister's Keeper was that movie. SO I banned it. Nope. Nadda. Most definitely not!

Then I flew to San Jose, California.

And I was going to be on a plane for over 5 hours. So I stopped by the airport bookstore to peruse the selection.

They had books on war, finance, healthy eating, and My Sister's Keeper.

Oh, how bad can it be?!?!?!?

All I am sayin is, while I was STILL AT THE GATE and on chapter 2, people were moving away from me because my sobs were disturbing.

Then, at chapter 4, a nice man gives me his handkerchief and asks if I am okay.

As I board the plane, the airline stewardess gives me a side hug and asks if she can get me anything.

During my flight I spew snot, give the hiccup sob, moan slightly, and have to change out of my contacts to my glasses.

I arrive past midnight EST and take a cab to the hotel.

The cab driver asks if he can help. I say in a squeaky voice, "No, it's just Kate."

"Is she your friend?"

"Yes. Yes she is,."

"Is she okay?"

"Yes. She will be. It is Anna I am worried about."

And he goes back to driving.

I finished in my hotel room in a mush of sobs and encircled in tissue.

And I dream of Anna and Kate and Jessse.

And I fall asleep talking to them...

And mumbling in my hoarse voice, "Montana...Montana....I'll be waiting."

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Then I saw the movie this weekend -- NOTHING LIKE THE BOOK!

Alert -- I am about to spoil the ending. But all I am sayin is ... in the book the same person does not die as in the movie.

And can I say, that while i think you HAVE TO see/read both. The book is forty eleven times better than the movie. Amen.

But I still liked the movie.

Amen.

Sniff. Sniff.

Montana.