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Dec. 10th, 2008 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo, um. I just beta'd a Big Fish story for someone for Yuletide.
And to get a point right that I ultimately didn't even bring up, I downloaded the movie off iTunes and watched most of it again.
And the thing is, the movie doesn't so much perfectly mirror my life as it mirrors a lot of the spirit of my life. The storytelling. The blend of fantastical and practical. The emphasis on family.
When I was little my grandmother told me stories about my family. My aunt continues to do so now that she's gone. I get stories about my aunt fending off rats from my infant mother in the castle in Portugal. I got stories about my uncle dropping shoes on people's heads (on accident!) off the balcony of the Kennedy Center. I got stories about the biology teacher who popped out a glass eye and threw it at students. I got stories about sterno cans on trains, trekking around countries with five kids as a young mother, my grandfather and that stupid stuffed ostrich.
The ending of the movie reminds me so much of when my grandmother died. I had a timeline. I knew she wouldn't live to see my high school graduation (she died the day, almost to the hour, before, at the hospice next door to the high school) and I was working on a book of stories to give to her. And as it turned out, she was working on a book of stories to give to us. Well, a CD.
There isn't really a point to this. Just, I'm watching the end of this movie and I'm absolutely sobbing uncontrollably.
And to get a point right that I ultimately didn't even bring up, I downloaded the movie off iTunes and watched most of it again.
And the thing is, the movie doesn't so much perfectly mirror my life as it mirrors a lot of the spirit of my life. The storytelling. The blend of fantastical and practical. The emphasis on family.
When I was little my grandmother told me stories about my family. My aunt continues to do so now that she's gone. I get stories about my aunt fending off rats from my infant mother in the castle in Portugal. I got stories about my uncle dropping shoes on people's heads (on accident!) off the balcony of the Kennedy Center. I got stories about the biology teacher who popped out a glass eye and threw it at students. I got stories about sterno cans on trains, trekking around countries with five kids as a young mother, my grandfather and that stupid stuffed ostrich.
The ending of the movie reminds me so much of when my grandmother died. I had a timeline. I knew she wouldn't live to see my high school graduation (she died the day, almost to the hour, before, at the hospice next door to the high school) and I was working on a book of stories to give to her. And as it turned out, she was working on a book of stories to give to us. Well, a CD.
There isn't really a point to this. Just, I'm watching the end of this movie and I'm absolutely sobbing uncontrollably.