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Let me start off by saying I think murder is in no way acceptable, but...maybe sometimes deserved? Jonathan (Jim as I like to call him) may seem physcotich to most, but to me, I see the kindness, and selflessness in his eyes. After all, it was an accident.. he didn't mean to do it. He only shot those six men in self-defense. But anyway enough about Jonathan (Jim), I have to put my thoughts on elderly men out In the open. I just find them to be so absolutely, stunningly, gorgeous and irresistible. I know that nobody could possibly understand this (my friends tease me all the time LOLZ) but I must tell the world that this part of me is normal. This film helped me believe in myself and understand this part of myself. Emotionally, physically, and spiritually, this film has affected me. I connected to it even more than I did in Sea Biscuit and Cacoon. I will never be able to spend a moment of my life without having thoughts about Jim. My husband could never compare. Every time we get intimate.. this is embarrassing, but I imagine him as Jimmy. Thank you and God bless, for this film has changed me for the better despite all the haters and the snide comments from my friends, family, church, and my deadbeat, defeated, husband. I will always love you, Jim, you're forever in my heart...god bless. My only critique is that I wish Jim was a little older and a little less clothed. (I like to imagine him with a few more wrinkles in all the right places if you know what I mean :)) P.S. I wish Jim could make a cameo in Sea Biscuit that would just hoot my tootles to the max. (an old family saying)

My cat died while I was watching this.

Okay...so this may sound a little crazy, but this film sums up my entire last Thursday afternoon. I have also been in this exact situation, I even ate strawberry ice cream in the back steps of the synagogue before my grandfather's funeral. I was having a hard time coping, just like the protagonist Shiva. But I was not just coping with the deep hole in my heart that my grandfather left, but I was also coping with the fear of coming out to my family in front of his coffin so that he could be there too. I was unable to tell him before he passed, I just couldn't face his disappointment...now I wouldn't have to. The struggle is real for both me and Diva except I think my struggle is much worse than the grieving Sheeva. If only the baby had survived my and Shivas grandfathers would have survived the tsunami. I thank you, Shiva Baby, for you have mended and sewed, and glued the gaping hole in my heart back together. I wish everyone a good day...thank you my lovely babies or shall I say Shiva babies! LOLZ!