Wednesday would have been my parents’ 31st anniversary. My sister and I took her to see Up, which couldn’t have been more appropriate for the occasion. I honestly didn’t think I’d like it (I’m not a Pixar girl) kind of girl, but by the end of the film, my eyes had filled with tears (something else I don’t usually do).
My favorite line of the movie, ironically, turned out to be the one I was in desperate need of hearing: “I didn’t sign up for this.” Sounds so simple, doesn’t it? But it just hit me how true it is. I didn’t sign up for this disability. I didn’t sign up for my father’s suicide. I didn’t sign up for my sister’s struggles. I didn’t sign up for any of it.
And yet here I am…with it. Maybe I’m not drowning in it, but it is with me. Every day. Everywhere I go and everything I do. I may not want it, but I also don’t have to let it eat me alive, either.
It’s hard to live and love and know when to let go, to cut those strings and let those balloons fly away. But eventually, you do it because you know you can’t carry them and weigh them down forever.
Have you seen the film? If not, RUN TO SEE IT TODAY!!