I thought I'd take the time to write a journal entry about watching The Notebook last night. For those of you who haven't heard of this movie- it's the ultimate tear-jerker love story starring Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams, based on the novel by Nicholas Sparks.
The plot is pretty predictable. Rachel is rich; Ryan is poor. They fall in love but are separated by her parents. Years later they run into one another - she is engaged to be married. He has spent all of these years waiting for her.
Intertwined throughout the story of the youngsters in love is a second plot- that of an elderly man who reads everday to an elderly woman who has senile dementia. They live in an assisted living center. They seem to be merely friends. In reality these are the two lovers that Rachel and Ryan portray, only years later. The man reads the story of their life together to her in hopes that she will remember not only him, but her children, and the happiness that they had together.
There is a scene where, after the elderly man finishes the story ("and the couple lives happily ever after") the woman realizes that this, this man, is her husband, and the man in the story he has been telling, she the young girl. And for a split second, the two reunite in their love.
Moments later, the woman reverts back into her dementia, and screams when her husband starts to call her darling. "I don't know you, who are you!" she cries.
And he cries, on the bed, as she's given a sedative shot by an entourage of doctors.
I, of course, was balling at the end of the film. It was a sad depiction of the damage that dementia does, not only to the person who is suffering from it, but to the ones who love that person the most.
On the other hand, that split second where she realizes, and remembers the love of her life - that should serve as an encouragement to all of those who fear their loved one is forever lost. Maybe, just maybe, they can still remember.
Published On: October 29, 2007