I have always been mesmerized by the world an author can create when writing a story. One that brings forward the process of death and how the individuals who will experience it in their life comes from Nicholas Spark’s “The Last Song”. In the movie we are introduced to a rebellious teenager and her younger brother who will spend their summer with their father. In the mist of romance and adventure, tragedy strikes with the devastating news that their father is dying of cancer. This movie portrays death in a relatively clear and helpful manner with no misleading agendas. For example, you can pinpoint the moment when reality strikes and death is knocking at the door. The moment when the doctor comes to tell Ronnie that her father is dying and insists that, “we will make his as comfortable as possible.” Although fictional, this scene is truthful and direct because when the situation is turning to the worst those are the very words that a doctor will say. Another example occurs when Ronnie’s younger sibling is left out of conversation about her father’s approaching death. It has been socially expressed that children should not witness death or be a part of it. In the movie the younger brother is devastated and angry at Ronnie. He vents that she was too busy being in love and protecting turtles, while he was the one who spent time with their father. The film evokes sentimental intrigue by showing that even the youngest souls can be the most mature in understanding death. From the energetic home to the wondering hallways of a hospital, the transformation from one home to another this is what brings to light the sorrowful process of death. It is not until one day the father says “take me home,’ when you understand that an individual has the desire to be at peace with the familiar and comfort of their home to live out their last days.
The media constructs our understanding of death by showing it -the good, the bad, and the ugly. I believe that this film highlighted the beauty of life. It gives us an opportunity to re-live the moments lost and creates more impressionable ones. Sometimes knowing your dying gives you the liberty to forgive and express anger and fear, it lets you say all the bottled up truths. The freedom granted to understand that death will come and what we make in our “last songs” is our own personal novel.