Last night, Dad and I watched “Last of the Mohicans” together. And for the last ten minutes of the movie and a good ten minutes afterward, I am sobbing. No matter how many times I see it, as soon as Uncas leaves to rescue Alice from Magua, tears start streaming down my face and don’t stop until well after the movie is over. How can I love something so tragic? Tragic and wonderful, but when I woke up my stomach muscles were sore from all the crying I had done the night before. I can’t imagine being Alice – supposedly sixteen years old – and going through all that she did. I love watching movies with my Dad, we agree on everything.
Do you want to know what he said to me this morning as soon as he woke up?
And, considering the fact that I was listening to “Wherever You Go” by Clannad at the moment, he very nearly had me in tears again. How could they kill Uncas!? And then Alice!? That is HORRIBLE! It’s much too wrong! It’s – it’s beyond terrible. I don’t understand how they could do it. Uncas is SO wonderful, and he dies SO well, it’s just… well, if I keep going, I’m going to cry myself to sleep again, so I’d better not.