If only Life were a rehearsal…
Ever seen the movie “Click” ?
I watched a bit of it tonight
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8sJW66Mr1g )
and then there was the part
where I left to go to the store.
It’s where Adam Sandler is in his office.
His son, following in his father’s footsteps,
is trying to go over a few of his ideas with him.
But Adam is too busy checking his email to pay attention.
Next, in walks his dad, who tries to invite him on over
that night to have a sort of boys night out.
Not only does Adam ignore his dad,
but he then lashes out at him
for interrupting his work.
The dad, deeply hurt, says:
“I’m so sorry I barged in;
I love you son…”
as he reaches out and
touches him on the head.
This scene is from the past, and it is a
piece of the past revisited by the son -
because it is the last time
he ever sees his father alive.
Adam rewinds this scene of his life
again
and again
and again.
And at the final replay,
freezes the moment in time
and is tells his father
in a voice quivering with emotion;
“I love you too, dad…”
and he kisses him on the cheek.
and then
“I’ll miss you…
… you know that.
Goodbye…”
Of course, I had to leave
at the “I love you too, dad”.
There are some things that just
cut me too deeply to the core.
Wouldn’t it be great to be able to
go back in time and fix the wrongs -
to make things right where we blew it;
Or fast forward the parts we didn’t like ?
Wouldn’t it be great if this Life were
just a big rehearsal of some screenplay ?
We could edit the parts we didn’t like,
go back, re-shoot until it was just right.
I often think that’s the way
many of us live our lives.
Like… this isn’t “it”;
we’ve got time to get it right.
Up til now it’s just been… “practice”.
Dare I say even
that today doesn’t really matter -
there’s always a tomorrow;
we’ll deal with things then ?
sigh…
What you can’t see
is that I’ve been sitting here
trying to write this for nearly 3 hours.
Sure, there are distractions around me -
throwing me off track, losing my thoughts…
But then I keep seeing that scene
where the last words to a father were
“…Can you let me do my work?!?”.
And in watching it again,
I see that the grandfather’s face
as he’s walking out the door
is wrapped in anguish and pain.
And the next scene a graveyard…
a tombstone…
You know…
I’ve often shared how important it is
to tell those we care about
how much they mean to us;
how special they are.
I guess as I’m sitting here I realize
that although those words were written to you,
- in my heart they needed to be heard by me.
Sometimes….
there is just so much I miss…
My hat’s off to you for reading through this
little roller coaster ride of mine here.
Of course a real ‘writer’ would go through it,
edit it, make it flow and read just right -
heck, maybe even make a point with it all !
It must be nice to have that gift,
but I think I’m just going to move forward.
After all, this Life of mine
is both the opening curtain
and the grand finale.
I am blessed for the part that You play in it.
