Ray Liotta's last day as a gangster. Cooking sauce, moving guns, checking the sky for a helicopter that may not even be there. Scorsese and Liotta make you feel the paranoia in your own chest
17 years ago my husband painted murals for the baby we were expecting because I always wanted Punky Brewster's room. Today he's painting over them. I'll be in the corner sobbing at the end of an era.
Hearing James Gandolfini's voice coming from the tv and stopping everything I am doing to look at him with puzzling grief like he's my dead father. Forever in my heart.