|Dad's emotions, with Anger front and center. His brain|
looks like the panel from a sports show.
|Oh, Bing Bong, it's so sad to say goodbye.|
Up until now, my favorite Pixar movie was "Finding Nemo". The irrepressibly upbeat Dory was my hero. She always found the bright side of things, but maybe that's because she had short term memory. Maybe that's the key to happiness. Riley and I don't suffer, or enjoy, the same affliction, and so sadness affects us, because we remember. Ernest Hemingway said, "Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know"; I swore I'd be different. I could be smart and joyous, but, alas, it's an unattainable goal. I'm a mother, and Sadness is at the helm of the ship. There is no other alternative. But...Joy is her right hand woman, and I feel like the two of them can come to some sort of arrangement where Sadness doesn't interfere too much with the warm, happy, core memories.
|The boss of Mom's brain? Sadness. Oh, dear.|