Dear Parents,
It seems my husband and I were among the last to catch the latest Star Wars flick. The theater was packed with fans, many donning Storm Trooper and Jedi attire, and even a few Chewbaccas. With eager anticipation, we settled into our seats right in the heart of the cinema. Before long, the room was buzzing with excitement as everyone powered down their devices and turned their attention to the screen.
As the TIE fighters and Starfighters engaged in an epic space battle, the familiar sounds of blasters and cheers filled the air. Yet, all I could hear was the unmistakable laughter of your child, erupting at moments that were intended to be filled with tension and suspense. Just as the quiet intensified before a climactic scene, your child would laugh out loud.
Thank you for bringing your child to the Star Wars movie. People paid good money to experience this cinematic masterpiece, and all I could focus on was your kid’s exuberance! During the intense scene where Rey was battling Kylo Ren, I found myself on the edge of my seat, praying she would tap into her inner strength and defeat him. It was too much; I started crying. Yes, I cried at Star Wars—big, ugly tears rolled down my cheeks.
All I wanted was to immerse myself in the thrilling world of Storm Troopers and lightsaber duels, and yet your child’s laughter kept pulling me back to reality. Can you imagine my embarrassment, tears streaming down my face as Starkiller Base was being obliterated? I had to resort to those scratchy theater napkins to blow my nose, leaving me with a red-nosed look by the time the credits rolled. It was a moment I wanted to escape into the movie, but your child’s joyful outbursts reminded me of my own little one.
In those spontaneous moments of laughter from your child, I saw glimpses of my son. I could picture you, as a parent, silently hoping for silence while also wishing for the joy that your child felt. I could sense your regret in thinking your child might just doze off during the film, which brought back memories of my son.
You see, our son Liam passed away earlier this year from a heart infection. In the wake of losing a child, finding joy can be incredibly challenging. An evening out with my husband was meant to be a lighthearted escape—an adult night out—but this experience turned into a bittersweet reminder of Liam and the joyous moments we shared watching movies together as a family.
To all the dedicated Star Wars fans who might have been frustrated by your child’s delight, thank you for allowing them to enjoy a film they clearly adored. Thank you for reminding me that it’s okay to remember, to cry, and even to laugh about it later. I hope you experienced the movie as much as your child did and that you found joy in their laughter throughout the film.
May the Force be with you,
Emily (the only person ever to shed tears at a Star Wars movie)
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Summary
In this heartfelt letter to parents, the author reflects on how a child’s laughter during a Star Wars movie unexpectedly stirred memories of their late son. Through the lens of personal grief, the piece highlights the importance of cherishing joyful moments, even in the midst of sorrow, and acknowledges the innocence and spontaneity of children in a movie theater setting.
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