09.16.07
Just when I thought things were more normal…
Being the incredible dads that we are, Jason and I decided to go see Shrek Terzo yesterday, since school is about the start. My kids had already seen it in English, but it was brand new for me, Jason, and his kids.
About 15 minutes into the movie, Fiona’s dad, who is a frog, dies. And there’s an (uncomfortably?) long sequence where the family is gathered around this frog, listening to his final words of wisdom, before he finally croaks (get it?). And I’m watching this scene and BOOM! I’m back in the hospital in Kansas City right after dad’s car accident. I actually thought at one point how lucky the characters were, because they got to talk to their dad one last time. And then I think, “Did I just say the cartoon characters are lucky? What’s wrong with me?!” That’s sort of where I am at right now. I don’t get as choked up talking about the accident anymore. The nightmares have thankfully stopped. But the strangest images will bring it all right back again.
Does anyone know which stage of grief causes a person to think of their father when watching an animated frog die?