I saw a movie yesterday. It was called Super 8. In the first 2 minutes the adolescent boy lost his mom. I sat in the theater thinking all through the movie--It's better for a mom to lose a young son than a young son to lose a mom. I would never want Ian to be as sad and lonely as that boy seemed. And I would never want him to be as broken-hearted as I am. This way he's busy and taken care of and hopefully, not at all sad. It would be nice to know he's missing his mom though.
It was a good movie.
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