This is the kind of stuff that awes and humbles me: I talked to the D that I erased two entries about prior to this one, and she brought up the suicide of another D's son.

"The service was amazing," she said (I didn't go because I was going through a time then--I posted about it). "How D spoke of faith even in the loss of her son was uplifting. Did I tell you about his poem of the black dog visiting him? Beautiful poem he wrote when he was 19."

Thing that struck me was that L'Eclisse happens to have a random scene about a black dog. "Which one is yours, Marta?" Vittoria asks as she chases a group of dogs running off with Marta's escaped pet.

"The black one. He's a poodle."

As Vittoria neared and sweet-talked the poodle, he stood on his hind legs and walked around her now laughing....

The scene was left wide open for analysis.

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I'm adding this paragraph to this entry: L'Eclisse, which I had seen once before, is a Blockbuster copy that sat by my t.v. since Aaron's been gone. He rented it again because we liked it so much, but I couldn't watch it until yesterday. The long-awaited conversation with D, a wait which was painful, brought me closure and something else I needed.

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(The details of the suicide? Don't read on if you don't want to know. He was 30 and depressed. He went to where his mom works, when she wasn't there, and jumped.)