The Lake House

You know...that movie with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves?  Yeah, I admit that it isn't the greatest movie...but for some reason, when it's on TV, I'm compelled to watch it.  I know about the improbability of it all.

Woman lives in the future, leaves mail for a man in the past. They develop a relationship and try to meet.  yada yada yada.  But that is what compels me to watch it.  The magic of it all.  I need to believe in magic.  Yes, I know it's rare, and it dies.  

I got the news yesterday that my friend "D" from work is dying.  Unfortunately his cancer is unbeatable, so his family is rallying around him. He tried so hard. And he has magic.  His wonderful wife whom, when he met her, he just knew she was the one. He's got two boys.  He has a rich life and its running out on him so fast.

I need to believe in magic and live my life.  What is the point of having wonderful people touch my soul and leave me, if not to teach me something. Teach me about life and love and magic.

So I watch these pathetic love stories because, for a moment, I can feel the magic and forget about the crappy stuff that's going on.

Yeah....I know.