My name is Kathy and I cry at movies

I don’t know about any of you, dear readers, but I occasionally cry at movies.

And some commercials, but mostly movies.

And by “some commercials” I mean, for instance, that Folgers Coffee commercial when the brother comes home from the army and the sister answers the door.

It was obviously very early in the morning because the young sister had just made coffee.

Big brother hands little sister a present and she takes the bow off of the present and sticks it to brother’s arm.

He asks what she’s doing and she says “You’re my present this year.”

Of course if it was one of my brothers, he then would have said “Oh really? I’m your present this year? Then why in the heck couldn’t you people come to the airport and pick me up? Do you know how much it cost to take a cab from the airport just so I could smell the coffee when I walked in?”

But that would have completely changed the context of the commercial.

The first time I cried in front of my nephew Kevin was when we were watching “Lord of the Rings.”

Bless his heart, when he turned around and saw me crying, he freaked.

“Aunt Kathy, please don’t cry. It’s going to get better! Let’s watch something else!”

Then he ran into the bathroom and got a box of kleenex and brought it to me. Kennedy was still in high school and was watching it with us.

She never even took her eyes off the screen. Kennedy was always really tender hearted.

But the movie I watched the other night was brutal. Husband and I were watching it with grandson Reese between us.

I began to cry, silently at first because I didn’t want to scare Reese. But after a while, I was crying so hard I was making involuntary sounds.

Reese looked at me and moved over closer to B. and whispered “B, what’s wrong with LuLu?”

B whispered back “Nothing. Sometimes girls cry when they watch movies.”

What movie were we watching? Brian’s Song? No. Steel Magnolia’s? Nope.

It was Toy Story 3.

Now before you judge, have you watched it? The same little boy in the original Toy Story movie was grown up and going off to college.

He was saying good-bye to his toys and the toys were having to say good-bye to Woody, who was the only toy he was taking to college with him.

I’m starting to cry again... this movie was sad on so many levels.

It really should have a warning on the label:

Mothers with college-age children proceed with caution!”

Click here for digital edition
2012-07-26 digital edition

Copyright 2009-2018 Rockdale Reporter, All Rights Reserved.

Special Sections

Special Sections