Today is Angela Lansbury’s 91st birthday! Mrs. Lansbury is an inspiration. Elegant, kind-hearted, talented, and classy. I love her. Of course, she sings the theme song of my favorite Disney princess movie as well as the delightfully motherly Mrs. Potts in Beauty and the Beast, but I adore her mostly because of her role in Murder, She Wrote.
I’ve only got one more episode of Murder, She Wrote left.
I don’t know how I’m going to feel without it, haha. It’s been a helpful coping tool for me in dealing with my mom’s young-onset dementia. I truly don’t understand why watching an active 60-something year old woman with a sharp wit and fine-tuned deduction skills is helpful.. I get upset sometimes when I encounter vibrant older women in real life (especially if they are rude – how come this woman is allowed to keep her mental faculties late into her life, when my sweet mom isn’t?). Of course, I know that’s ridiculous and unfair for me to think those thoughts. No one *deserves* dementia.. not to mention that my small interactions with these woman aren’t full representations of who they are as people!
With all that said, for some reason Jessica Fletcher and her unlikely adventures are comforting to me. I’m a little sad that I’m almost done with it. Mom has been struggling more lately and it’s heartbreaking. Honestly, I’m not handling it in the most healthy way. I swing between paralyzing sadness and self-numbing escapism. I’m no help to myself or my family when I’m like this. Seems like it’s time to seek counseling again.
Have you ever felt like a fictional character helped you work through anything tough in your life? I’ve gotta know if I’m nuts for this or if there are others who’ve experienced similar feelings.
See y’all tomorrow.