My father passed away several months ago, and life hasn’t been the same without him. I know he’s dead and gone, but some sense in me always feels like he’ll return. He’ll open up the front door covered in snow, snowshoes in hand, telling me about the two baby elk he saw crossing a stream in the woods. I know this will never happen, but the feeling is still with me.
His favorite movie was this one, and I remember…
After all this time in my life (not much in retrospect) I’ve finally *finished* watching The Shawshank Redemption.
Triumphantly teary eyed, and heartbreakingly poignant, this movie was like the warm hug cinema is able to offer. There’s an aspect of this film which has the ability to tap into your soul, that being the preservation of hope. Even through life‘s poor deal of cards, Andy’s optimism and generosity towards his fellow man is infectious. The Bible-loving Warden utilizing immoral cruelty…
