Tonight I watched a movie that wasn’t about anything remotely close to what I thought it was about…

When the previews came out for the movie my wife and I agreed that we wanted to go see this movie because it looked like an interesting romance story and we loved going to those together. Time passed and the movie came out in the theaters. That same time passed and my wife got very ill. We never made it to that movie while it was in the theaters. My wife did get a little better though. More time passed and the movie came out on DVD. And that same time passed again and my wife got much worse. We never got to rent that movie and watch it together. My wife never got better either.

I find it strangely prophetic that “The Fountain”, while not necessarily written as one, is, to this particular widower, a story about a fellow widower’s journey as he grieves over the passing of his wife and that a repeating message, “Finish It!”, is the exact thing I need to figure out how to do. I have to figure out how to finish my journey. But to finish my journey – I must first find it’s beginning.

I believe I’ve already found the very beginning of my journey. Unfortunately I believe I’ve also made a mistake in that beginning as well. I’ve attempted the impossible, failed, and I’ve hurt someone that didn’t deserve it in the process. I hope this person can find it in them to understand that I made a mistake and for that I am deeply sorry. I hope they can understand that I wish them only happiness. I hope they can understand that I’m just starting my journey and that our paths will cross again if they are meant to.