This is one of the greatest acting moments of all time and one the realest moments of all time. You can hear about someone's death. But it doesn't hit home until the house gets cold. I remember when my mother died in a hospital accident where a nurse gave her the wrong medicine and burst a blood vessel in her head. I got the news and played it off. The next day I heard my older sister in the bathroom. I thought my mother was in the bathroom on the toilet. When I found out it was my sister. That when I realized my mother was gone. I tear up every time I see this episode. I wanted to scream but had to hold the pain inside. I didn't want to wake up the house or show the pain I had inside. I am the baby of the family and leader of my family. I didn't want people giving me the same old funeral talk and treating me like a helpless baby. I had to be my family's rock and leader. I had to hold the family together. I had to pray and cry to God, Jesus Christ, and The Holy Spirit a lot unseen. My mother is alive inside of me. I remember the great playbook of life she and my father gave me. They gave me many whippings and a lot of love. I didn't get all the material things I wanted. I was blessed with love, respect of God, and a loving 2 parent home. R.I.P. My great parents. Mrs. Mary Ellen Jones (1950 - 2001) Mr. Ruben Jones. (1944 - 2002) If your parents are still alive. Please call them and let them know that you love them. Don't wait until a person is dead to say I love you or forgive them for a wrong they have committed against you. Give a person their roses and forgiveness while they are alive.
Im the leader of my family too and will have to hold things together when it's my mom's time to go. So I'm trying to "pre-process" that so I won't be blindside when it happens.
When my wife died I felt numb. I didn't feel anything until I saw her knitting yarn and needles. I broke down down because I knew she would never come home and I never felt as lonesome as I did just then.
I remember when my father passed. The house was so cold and quiet. A few days later I heard my mother give off this blood curling scream saying my father's name. She said it was something she had to get out her system and that she was ok. This episode reminds me of her so much
Even though I watched this scene a million times before, it still brings me immense sadness because it is reminiscent of the heartache and struggle black Americans (like my ancestors) experienced during those times due to very limited resources, generational poverty, extreme racism, and most importantly redlining practices after the start of the great migration from the South.
