When Art Imitates Life

Easter 2009. My brother still had his 2004 Lexus. Little did he know, that I would total the car a couple years later. I still lived with my uncle and aunt. My brother was living on his own and beginning to show early signs of what would later be diagnosed as schizophrenia. I was an awkward ninth grader who had an affinity for the 80s. I don't know maybe it was a means of an escape from my rather depressing life. The tradition that my brother and I would upkeep entails visiting my mom each Easter. My mom lived in what seemed to be suburbia. Suburbia. She lived a depressing life. Divorced. By herself. In a pretty white neighbourhood. For years, I was reluctant to form a relationship. The majority of my life I was not with my mom, so it felt really forced trying to call her and visit her when I was older.  Annual Easter visits were meant to maintain some form of continuity in a rather confusing life. At the time, I was really into Everybody Hates Chris. When I was at my mom's I was insistent on making sure that we watch the latest episode. Little did I know, that it would be the series finale that I would be watching. The scene I attached below, was really a "parallel" moment for me. As we see Chris and his family at the diner facing the uncertainty of his future jamming to Livin' on a Prayer - I can't help but think about my family. We were all, for that moment in time, together. Despite the brokenness and pain, we were together. We gotta hold on to what we got, it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. After our annual meeting , we would go back to our respective places and just try to make something of ourselves. 

At Tick Tock Diner in NY, NY, USA Dec 2016. 

At Tick Tock Diner in NY, NY, USA Dec 2016.