Per many of my friends, it was on my forbidden list of movies to see.
And for a while I obliged.
I sort of knew the premise of the movie - a guy donating his organs.
I did not realize the entire plot of this movie.
Over the weekend, I watched this movie as it was on TV for free.
Will Smith's character was texting while driving (a huge pet peeve of mine).
And was in a car accident where his wife was killed along with the people in the other car.
Smith's character decides to kill himself however he wants to donate parts of his body and life to people he deems good and deserving.
At the end of the movie, those who benefited from his gift get to meet each other.
It was a great movie and great story line.
Back in December 2008, I thought people did not want me to watch the movie due to the organ donation part.
What I did not realize was the car accident part.
The widower part.
The part where perhaps my friends and family thought I may have been suicidal.
Maybe they thought I would try something similar or thought it was a good idea.
In reality, I was never suicidal then or since then.
But it was a good idea for me not to see that movie back in December 2008.
At home on my own couch, I started to get antsy as the movie progressed.
As he flashed back to the accident.
As he saw his wife's bloody body at the scene.
I could relate. This part of the movie was right on the money.
I have been reliving the accident a lot lately.
I have been seeing Roger's blood on my hands and on his head.
I have been trying to remember the details (again).
It never goes away really but currently it is fluxing again.
As the movie ended, I was in a heap of tears.
Afterwards, I had to walk away.
The emotions were overwhelming.
Thinking back to it, the tears reappear.
Thinking back to it all, the tears reappear.