Thinking of my father
By: T F Stern | T F Stern’s Rantings
The movie, Big Fish, caught my attention while flipping channels. The story had progressed nearly to the end, the part where the son arrived at the hospital, finding out his father was near death, having suffered a serious stroke. The young man volunteers to sit by his bed all night and gives his mother a chance to go home.
If you’re familiar with the movie; his father wakes up momentarily and sits up wild eyed saying something that sounds like, “the river”, His son reaches over as if to hit the Call Nurse button but instead waits to find out his father’s request.
“Tell me how it ends”, the young man wasn’t prepared with a response. The father had never told his son what he’d seen in the old witch’s eye so many years earlier, a prophecy of how he was going to die.
The son being familiar with the many fantastic yarns his father had shared begins to carefully create the vision his father never told him about, pausing as details sprang to mind in such a way as to fit with other stories his father conjured up throughout his life; all having to do with the river.