Do not go gentle

One of your favorite movies, Interstellar, was on TV this weekend. They played it twice in a row, so I caught the end of it then watched some of the beginning of the next one. Carter and I remembered how you would always have the soundtrack playing on your laptop while you were working on stuff at the dining room table.

I remember when the movie  came out, you made us all go see it with you. I wish you were here to explain some of it now to me. I know you would answer all my questions and help me understand some of the confusing parts.

Lisa R. brought this up too-those are some of the hardest times when we realize that nobody but you could help in a situation. Lisa mentioned it when her other son, Joe, took the SAT last week. He realized the night before that he needed a special kind of calculator and he was stressing out about it. She said she knew if Jacob was there, he would have known what calculator to give him and what words to say to make his brother feel better. Nobody else could have done that.

Anyway, there was a quote at the end that I wanted to write down. Here it is. I think this is what happened with you.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds may have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

BTW, I had a dream about you last night. You were pretty little and we were at a gas station or something. I remember that Dad let you out of the car and you went running down the street in a little group of other little people. I was trying to find you but was mad that I couldn't find you at the time. I had a feeling though that I would still find you at some point.