I starred in his film class final exam: Carol’s World.
I pretended I was asleep, screwing my eyes tightly, knowing if I napped the longest, I would get both popcorn AND a drink at the matinee of Sleeping Beauty.
I sobbed, heart-broken, when he followed through with the threat of taking away our Sunday movie outing if we didn’t pluck the bagworms off the shrubbery in time.
I never forgot watching Stand By Me as we munched on our popcorn and taking Grandma to the original Star Wars.
I toss him his knit cap as we leave for the afternoon feature of…it doesn’t matter what…to help him think of anything but the side-effects of his cancer treatments.
I miss him the most in March as the Oscar movies and stars parade throughout the week, taunting me with hints of greatness.
I honor my dad by fulfilling one of the items on my bucket list…to see all the Best Picture nominees in one week. Thanks to a local theater, my adventure began Monday and will conclude with a weekend filled with Get Out and 3 Billboards and Phantom Thread and Ladybird and other masterpieces sure to kindle ideas for discussion that he would’ve relished. The only thing he liked better than a provocative movie was the chance to dissect it with someone.
While the opportunity to accomplish this rather selfish task is a relatively new one, it was not an option for him at his small-town theater. I’d like to think that it would’ve been on his bucket list too.