Remembering Sunday [s/a]

[therapyrequired]

Title: Remebering Sunday [s/a]
Ratings: PG 13 (Death of a child)
Disclaimer: I only own the plot line.
Summary: A literal take on Remebering Sunday.
Author's note: Just posting some old stuff back on my Journal. Comments are always appreciated :)

Comments

[live_by_lyrics]

Alright, so I did in fact read this about a week ago, but it was really late at night and I was trying to fall asleep so I didn't comment because all I could think of by the end was 'awh this is sad' and I figured that's a given. Reading sad things at night being a bad idea is also a given, but...

This was adorable! I always think of 'Remembering Sunday' as a romance gone wrong, so it was refreshing to see it as a father/daughter type relationship. Sunday is an insightful little thing, and at first I was wondering where you were going with the whole 'believing in God' thing, but the lyrics at the end say it all.

The scene where she actually died, where they tried restarting her heart, it was quite disturbing for me, (not in a bad way). It kind of brought up the issue of at what point are you being selfish by wanting someone who is dying to live this half-hearted life just so you can be there to hold a lifeless body? (half-hearted, that is such a terrible pun.) I watched my grandfather in his dying moments, but I was young at the time, and naively believed it was his time to go. With my uncle, it was surprise, so I've never sensed that 'you can't go, you can't go' moment. You seem to portray it well though, the agony of the slowing/stoppage.

It was also a nice play on the line 'dying to get in.' I was so thankful for a strong, lean on me, Jack character. Though the whole dazed and drunk Alex was beautifully tragic. At first I thought she had died long ago and he was just 'remembering' but the funeral scene is this rude awakening that this just happened, and that the mourning process has only begun.

All in all, this was quite sad, but very well-written :) I'm curious now, as to how your drabble would tie into this...

[therapyrequired]

I did worry about how 'clever' I made Sunday appear, I can't remember if I used her age but I saw her as 4/5? I watched a programme about a children's hospital, I can't for the life of me think of it's name but all the children who were featured were terminal, yet they had such a sense of wisdom that was far beyond their years. They knew they were going to die and accepted it so peacefully. Maybe ignorance is bliss and they all still believed in god or heaven. Which was something that was questioned with the older children and something I wanted to question with this. Although I don't think we ever got an answer from it.

Call me evil but I wanted it to be disturbing. I wanted to hit people with the truth that death isn't glamourous (I hate these suicide fics that make suicide look so wonderful and poetic... makes me sick) As for the can't go, can't go moment... I think Alex was just being that hopeful parent. I don't think he ever accepted that she would go.

Jack was wonderful to write, even though he isn't the main character. You needed the strong parent as really could you imagine another Alex? It would have been a trainwreck. I'm glad the ending surprised you. I've never read it in the way you did, I guess because I had it set out in my mind that Alex purposefully got up early before the funeral because he couldn't sleep.

As for my drabble... erm. I kind of wrote the whole Finding Sunday thing as a self indulgent piece. I'm not too sure what the plot twist would be? I guess it would be more like a soap opera. Haha.