I have been widowed for less than two months after a 44-year marriage. So much about this movie reverberated with me, especially the interactions with others who are well-meaning, but tone deaf. Why, when I deal with various financial institutions, having to explain the loss of my husband, do they say goodbye, brightly chirping "Have a good day?" Should I growl "None of my days are good?" No, I suck it up, like the main character, Kate, but I'm angry inside. Then there's the advice I get: "think only about the happy times"--"go to the gym"--"take walks." They say: "we're here for you" (but that fades away fast)--the children send flowers and advice but not their presence. How obnoxious, after just a few weeks, to be told to consider a grief counselor--just who is it that could heal you, as though your grief is an illness, when the rock in your life has been taken away? I sympathize with Kate when she can bear it no longer and takes a lot of pills to kill her pain, because I sometimes feel like doing the same. I take safe non-opiod pills, non-albeit just one at a time, but I sure need them. I don't agree with the reviewer who thinks this movie is poorly produced and acted; I thought it was great, especially the lead actress. Yes, the ending wasn't quite right. We aren't told how long the relationship went between Kate and Henry, so the ending doesn't make sense. I think I understand why Kate did what she did. I only hope, as they say, that time will heal.
