Over my shoulder

So last night I was watching "Good Will Hunting," which I hadn't seen in years, and it gets to the part where Robin Williams is cutting Matt Damon down to size for thinking he knows everything because he's read a lot. Everything was ok until he got to this line:

I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much.

It leveled me to the ground, like the first 10 minutes of "Up" floors me. I had to turn off the movie. I spent the rest of the night mopish. If anyone else had been around, I wouldn't have been fun to be around.

Today I went to Big Cat Rescue. I've had a bug to see places around the area I haven't gotten around to seeing even though I've been here five years. I don't want to be like the guy who lives in New York his whole life and never gets to the Statue of Liberty.

I'm walking with the tour group, and suddenly I get a feeling someone's standing behind me over my left shoulder. I turn around and no one's there. I shrug and move on.

A couple of minutes later, it happens again. Again a shrug.

The third time it happens, it clicked.

I don't think I have to spell it out. She loved cats, especially big ones. And she never could stand to see me sad.

By the way, Big Cat Rescue is a great place. If you're ever in Tampa, it's a must see.