It's Mother's Day. Somehow I'm able to simultaneously forget that and know it at the same time. My mother loved this movie, she loved and identified with Mary Tyler Moore, she thought this movie perfectly expressed her own frustration at how my sister's death upset her and changed everything in the family, she thought the mother in this movie was the quiet martyr trying to hold everything together, she never saw the mother was tearing her own house down around their heads.
I saw this movie one time in the theater, I think we all went together. The strain of impending horror and unspoken truth was more than I could ever do twice, although I think she watched it whenever it came on. It is a brilliant movie, I don't know if I'll blow a month depressed and confused trying to get over all the flood of memories by watching it again.