I have been on a Harry Potter binge lately. I have been watching the first six films in order to be reacquainted with the films one more time before I go and watch the seventh film. Well the seventh film part one, because they are being split up into two parts, praise the Lord.
I love the Harry Potter franchise. Thats what it is its a franchise, much like the New England Patriots of the early 2000's it's becoming a dynasty. I am super pumped for the movie. Yes, I am even going at midnight.
In the sixth movie we follow up on the Order of the Phoenix's creation and the world of wizarding in turmoil because of Voldemort. I am a staunch believer of people watching movies and enjoying them for them selves so I will stop here. But in order to right about what I took from this film I have to ruin the ending. I sincerely apologize if you live under a rock and haven't read or seen the ending of the sixth Harry Potter and I am blowing your mind here. Dumbledore dies.
This got me thinking. What happens when the people we rely on so much leave us. Dumbledore leaves Harry to fight Voldemort for himself. It almost seems cruel to do this in the books. But you know what I have realized. It's not cruel its being real. People live people die and rarely do we have any control in this matter.
What will happen when my Dad dies. He is a man I rely on so much in so many ways. So if he were to leave this world today I would have no idea what I would actually do.
What would happen if my Mom or my step-Mom died. I'd lose the two women who have given so much to me I can never be thankful enough. Again devastation would persist.
What would happen if my Grandpa or Grandma died. Again I rely on them so heavily. They are always there for me when I need them in any way. Devastation would set in for sure, even though they are old and I know it is going to be inevitable.
In the book and movie Harry immediately trudges on when Dumbledore, the closest thing to a father he ever has, dies.
This is what the human spirit does. It triumphs over all the pain and suffering. It wins over the grief and forces you to eventually move on, but never forget.
The closest person I have ever had die on me was my great great Aunt Blanche. She was 102, only 19 days shy of being 103. She was the nicest little old lady you would ever meet who truly cared about all of her family and friends. When I lost her wisdom and advice I lost a link to the past and a outlook on the future.
When we lose those we care for we can only push on and remember what they have taught us abou the right ways to live our lives. Harry does this in the books and in the film. Will we?
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