Gran Torino

Lindsey came over to watch Gran Torino, one of the last movies (if not the last ) Chris and I saw together. I told her I didn't mind watching it again, it was that good.....So we watched it sipping bears, and making few comments....
At the end (spoiler alert) when Clint dies, we both started crying those silent tears that are typical in a movie theater at the end of a movie.....until the tsunami of tears came a roaring in for both us us.....we cried and cried, this time with noise and wet and hot stinging tears. We said nothing, but we knew most definitely that we were on the same page. The sobs ebbed and flowed, like a classical sonata, swelling to a crescendo, crashing down around us, before starting up again.
As the tide of tears slowly started to recede, we didn't have a moment where we looked at each other and laughed as so often happens in the movie, she limped home and I limped into bed, exhausted and feeling wrung out like a sponge, all my fluid having been spilled out into tears.