Tonight, For the First Time ....

.... in many, may days .... I cried.
And cried.
And cried.

I am home alone tonight, which isn't a bad thing.  At all.
And I decided to watch a movie.
So I popped in a DVD of The Young Victoria.

I love books and movies about history.
And so I had looked forward to this movie.
I liked it.
Very much.
But .....

As I watched Queen Victoria fall in love with Albert ....
.... watched them being madly in love with each .....
..... I cried.

I remember that.
And I miss it.
So very, very, very much.

But I continued to watch it.
And then .....

..... at one point .... Albert tells Victoria, "You are the only wife I have, and the only one I will ever have.  I will love you with my last breath."
And I lost it.
As I thought .... "Jim loved me until his last breath".

And I still love him.
And miss him.
And it still hurts.
Sometimes.

Yet I continued to watch the movie.
And continued to like it.
And then .....

As the movie ended and before the credits rolled, there were words to read about the rest of the story.

Sometimes .... the rest of the story sucks.

Victoria and Albert ruled together for 20 years.
And then .... he died at the ripe old age of ..... 42.
From typhoid.
And she continued to have his clothes laid out every single night .....
.... until she died.
At the very ripe old age of .... 82.

And then I completely lost it.
Or so I thought.

I thought wrong.

Because as the credits rolled ......

..... this song was sung:




And there you go.
The song that made me more than totally lose it.

I'm glad that I was home alone.

I.
Still.
Miss.
Him.
Oh.
So.
Much.