While listening to NPR last week, I heard about a play in Philly called Rabbit Hole. The play is about a couple struggling to survive after the tragic loss of their 4 year old son who had been killed in a car accident.
Dan and I went to see it last night and had very different reactions to it. I really liked Becca (the mother). In many ways, her fictional experience is similar to my own life. She also said and did some things I wish I could do. But, Rabbit Hole is a play and I’m living in the real world. I also enjoyed the performance by Howie (the father) and the comic relief (yes, there were moments of laughter) offered by Nat, the mother.
The performances by Becca’s sister and Jason, the teenager responsible for the car accident, left something to be desired in my opinion. As it turns out, Becca’s sister is pregnant. Dan felt she represented the “future” while Jason represented the “past” and as such, their performances weren’t that important and could be dismissed.
Overall, I found it helpful to attend.
After the play ended, we both felt the need to decompress so we had dinner at a little place not far from the theater.
Before going to the show, I discussed it with my therapist and we agreed I should see it if I was feeling up to it. My own life still makes me sad and tearful, but I’m glad I went to see Rabbit Hole.