What a Girl Wants

Today I watched Colin Firth.   I used to love movies, but recently I have found them sort of blah, and I find it a chore to get through a whole one; often spreading it over several days or even weeks.  Today I caught a snip of the movie What a Girl Wants with Colin Firth.  My mother loved Colin Firth.  He was frequently referred to as Mr. Darcy owing to his captivating role as said Mr. Darcy in the BBC film adaptation of Pride and Prejudice.  As I watched the movie and anticipated my mother's favorite scene where he dances in his leather pants in front of the mirror, I began to cry...uncontrollably.  Don't get me wrong I recovered minutes later, but those tears came unbidden and they would not be stopped.

If there was one thing my mother and I had in common it was our love of films.  We would watch them together and it was a rare treat when we would get together and actually see a movie at the theater.  When I was 16 we went to see Sense and Sensibility and I left the theater in tears after seeing Willoughby standing on the hill at Mary Anne's wedding.  My mother was puzzled and a little out of sorts, but it soon became regular commentary to suddenly call out "Willoughby" in a weepy voice which would bring a smile to both our lips.  My mother always said I had a flair for drama.  I have always tried not to rather unsuccessfully.  

So I miss my dear Mama, my Mumby...my Mum...all of these names came from a film and they were all adapted to fit her, because she is Mrs. Dashwood, Mrs. March, and Mrs. Jones all rolled into one and I miss her more today than I did the day she passed away.