My grandmother and I have always had a very close relationship. We view the world in the same, progressive way, take a generally pacifistic stance on many issues, and enjoy talking about the state of the world before most other things. When my grandmother offers suggestions -- which she does with great regularity -- I know they are coming from a good source.
Last week, my grandmother brought over a movie, Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont, saying it was something she thought I would enjoy. Well... It isn't often that one finds a film that so beautifully captures the deepest part of humanity. It is a story of relationships, particularly those relationships that develop from unexpected places when we need them most. Mrs. Palfrey is just the type of movie that inevitably causes me to think about relationships in my life and how very important they are to me.
I try to make it my business to let those I love know how much I love them; I try to make certain that, when I go to sleep at night, I don't feel regret about not having said things I know I should. Yet, my success doesn't always meet my intention. Watching the purity and intricacies of Sarah, Ludo, Desmond, and others' relationships makes me that much more cognizant of how people have affected my life, and I'm so thankful for that. I can't think of any greater lesson in life than the realization that all of our lives are delicately interwoven and the reliance we have on one another is an immeasurable gift to be treasured.
