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I started to read this book -- and couldn't get past the first chapter -- unfortunately, like other, books written after the movie was made, it falls short of literary sparkle. I love the movie though, and for me it will always be a reminder. My husband, son, and daughter were in a stage version of this play -- for opening night. My husband died that night. This is a poem I wrote about the juxtaposition of the two:


In Fifty-five Words

Father and son,
Playing father and son:
On stage, the dialogue
Between the character
Neil
and his father was electric;
Excellent casting decision.
It was just like watching them
At home.
Teenage angst,
Overbearing father--
In a way,
Disturbing.
In the end,
on stage,
the son committed suicide.
At home, that night,
My husband
Died.

PS: It is now nine years later, and while in many ways it has gotten easier, the two will be forever entwined. In remembrance, every year on the anniversary of Kelly's death, I watch Dead Poets Society; it feel fitting somehow.