I got a small, simple email that moved me deeply this morning. It was from my dad:
I found myself with tears running down my face as I read the various comments. Very special.
My dad has not very often been the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve. More often than not, growing up, I really had to guess at what was going through his head as his disposition defined stoicism. As the Parkinson's has progressed, he (and I) have noticed an increased sensitivity. Part of it might simply be age; part of it might be vulnerability, maybe even sadness for the time that has gone by (those of you who have seen the film know how we reflect on this early in the film). There are countless other possibilities, too, that could be parsed, I'm sure. The bottom line is, he is more sensitive -- but not usually prone to veritable outbursts like that email he sent this morning.
It means the world to me that he is touched. It means the world to me that our journey and experience has meant something to you, our brothers and sisters here at AN. Thank you, again, all for your continued kindness and support. I've known for a long time this movie meant more and was meant for more than just what my dad and I got out of it. You all continue to show that and we are very grateful for it.
Director, Writer, Producer "Boys of Summer"