Stupid Chris Erye and His amazing directing skills..
I don't know why I keep watching Skins. Everytime I watch it I cry so hard I can barely breathe.
The funeral scene especially. The best thing about having a pow-wow drum at a funeral is that you can cry as long as you possibly can, and no one else realizes.
This movie is so real, I love it so much.
But it brings me right back to my Grandpa's funeral. That was the hardest time in my life. It was made harder by the fact that I, like the protagonist in Skins, never go to say goodbye. And I had the chance. I stayed in the lobby, because I was so sad from the last time I had saw him and he didn't know who I was. I stayed in the lobby and watched Tiger Woods play golf.
Ojibwe people have a 24 hour open casket visitation, and someone had to stay with him through the night, and I did, all by myself. I just talked to him, and aplogized, and was so sad over how artificial he looked. No one else wanted to be there, but no one else connected to him like me, I was the youngest, I was "his girl". They made him look so fake.
Still, everytime I walk into my grandma's, I miss his chair, I miss his sarcastic remarks, I miss everything about him.
I think this is the main reason I feel like I need to believe in something greater than us, because I don't want to imagine my grandpa as not existing anymore.
The funeral scene especially. The best thing about having a pow-wow drum at a funeral is that you can cry as long as you possibly can, and no one else realizes.
This movie is so real, I love it so much.
But it brings me right back to my Grandpa's funeral. That was the hardest time in my life. It was made harder by the fact that I, like the protagonist in Skins, never go to say goodbye. And I had the chance. I stayed in the lobby, because I was so sad from the last time I had saw him and he didn't know who I was. I stayed in the lobby and watched Tiger Woods play golf.
Ojibwe people have a 24 hour open casket visitation, and someone had to stay with him through the night, and I did, all by myself. I just talked to him, and aplogized, and was so sad over how artificial he looked. No one else wanted to be there, but no one else connected to him like me, I was the youngest, I was "his girl". They made him look so fake.
Still, everytime I walk into my grandma's, I miss his chair, I miss his sarcastic remarks, I miss everything about him.
I think this is the main reason I feel like I need to believe in something greater than us, because I don't want to imagine my grandpa as not existing anymore.