I just returned from seeing Meryl Streep’s remarkable performance as Margaret Thatcher in “Iron Lady,” for which she surely should win an Oscar.
But she also should win that Oscar for touching aging widows’ hearts.
Like Margaret, many of us went through our husband’s shoes, clothes, and treasures — along with old family photos — and could not bear to take that final step and get rid of them. They were the constant reminders of a beautiful life lived well that is no more.
But this powerful film and Streep’s performance in it are not for the faint hearted.
In the final scenes, as Margaret hallucinates, and talks with her dead spouse (and don’t we all do that sometimes?) she finally packs up everything, and watches him put on his coat, pick up his case and leave.
“Oh, don’t go, Dennis,” she cries . “Don’t go yet, I don’t want to be alone.”
And he turns to say, “Oh, you’ll be all right. You always have been.”
Some of us, who also lived independent professional lives identify uncomfortably with that moment.
Sandra Pesmen 2012