Pig

This film came to me at a weird time in my life (as many of my favorite movies seem to do). I started watching it on a Thursday night, but only got about 15 minutes in before I decided to go to sleep. The next day, my grandma had a stroke. I finished Pig in the hospital waiting room.  I don’t know why I thought to finish it right then and there, but I did. In these past few months since watching the movie for the first time and in these past few months since I began to say goodbye to the woman who raised me, I have truly struggled to stop thinking about it. Pig is methodical and it has an intense focus on themes of grief and care. It emphasizes how grief, in its different forms, is all-encompassing. It emphasizes the importance of treating others with care, and in doing so, confronting them about the important things in life that they seem to have forgotten. And, most importantly, it emphasizes how we must let go of what once was, and what we once had, in order to remember.  It is all so fleeting. Holding on to the past can seem like the only option, but we have to move forward. We have to live for ourselves. To love for ourselves. Before it’s all over.