Posted by: Kristy | July 2, 2009

I was expecting to cry. Just not that much.

This week I was feeling slightly under-inspired when it came to posting, even with the normally glorious assistance from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. None of the prompts stood out.

Until last night.

Please welcome some friends in joining me for today’s retelling of …

“The Chronicles of Kristinland: The Movie, The Tears and The Comic Relief”
By Kristin

I’m shaking with silent laughter, emotional tears slipping down my cheeks, watching a heartwrenching scene unfold before me, wondering in the back of my mind if I’m a completely heartless wench.

The girl on screen is dying, wasting away from a terrible disease, and I am laughing. Hard. Trying not to let it come out. A soft chuckle from The Boy’s sister to my right makes me grin — at least we’re terrible people together.

I blame it on the two ladies in front of us.

Probably in their early to mid-60s, these ladies spent three fourths of “My Sister’s Keeper” emiting gulping sobs and pulling tissues from their shirt sleeves. With good reason. Having not read the book prior to seeing the movie — an act backward from my normal practice because nine times out of ten the book is always better — I didn’t realize how many emotional nerves the film would hit and how many times I would start and stop crying like a 15-year-old girl learning to drive a stick shift while wearing stilettoes.

I just received a text message earlier in the afternoon inviting me to hang out with other women in The Boy’s life with whom I am enjoying building friendships — sister, sister, mother, cousin, gradma — so heck, yes, I was there. I clearly missed the memo to bring a fresh hanky.

For those unaware of the basic plot — promises, no real spoilers forthcoming — a family shares their different perspectives on dealing with a family member who is infected with cancer and how the entire family is affected. Abigail Breslin’s character, 11-year-old Anna, was created as a donor child to serve as spare parts for and help save her older sister, 15-year-old Kate (Sofia Vassilieva).

From the director of “The Notebook” and with pretty stellar acting from all counts, I highly recommend you all see it with your sister or mother or grandma or girl friends. You probably will want to indulge in a group hug after, or go home and cuddle with your daddy or call your boyfriend or your best friend who lives in a different city. And probably rush to Barnes & Noble to buy the book by Jodi Picoult.

Just a warning.

Anyway, I’m getting to the funny part. Promise.

So, there’s this really tense and sad family scene (one of a billion) and all you hear are sniffles from the bazillion women in the theater (because I think it was all women there) and I look to my left and Grandma’s crying and I look to my right and the other three are crying so I feel less like a dork. And I’m starting to talk to God about how thankful I am for MY family and I’m getting really into it when suddenly one of our little friends in front sighs — SI-GH-S — very loudly and says, “This SUCKS.”

*Insert brief pause*


And the laughter began. It was a nice way to break the sadness. And I agreed with her. As much as it was fiction, knowing that too many families go through such pain really does suck.

Two parts I really appreciated where when Kate is getting ready to go to prom and comes down the stairs and is a total KO and everyone’s fussing and taking pictures and her dad just stares until she comes over and says, “Am I pretty, Daddy?” Totally lost it there.

And then I just smiled when Anna’s teasing that her sister and her boyfriend like to go to Border’s and read books together and it’s the dorkiest thing ever because … since our second date when we first tried it The Boy and I have liked to go to Barnes & Noble and read books and it’s the dorkiest thing ever! And after more than three years, dinner and a bookstore is still on my Top 5 list of favorite dates. It made me chuckle in an awww-shucks kind of way.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my mom and give her a hug.

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