Life and death and life again

I woke up early this morning to watch Yasujiro Ozu's "Tokyo Monogatari (Tokyo Story)."
Considered among the greatest films in history, this 1953 classic tells the simple story of an elderly couple's trip from Onomichi, Japan to visit their adult children in Tokyo. The children are too busy to properly attend to their parents, who then decide to cut short their visit. The elderly mother takes ill en route back to Onomichi.
The children return to Onomichi for their mother's funeral, at which point the film becomes the most accurate portrayal of grief and family dynamics during mourning that I have ever seen.
It is a powerful film.
I was reminded of its themes later today, as we reviewed the contents of totes we had been storing in our basement. Several items belonged or came from my late father. Although they painfully reminded me of the void produced by his absence, these items also recalled the wonderful life I shared with him.
In one of those rare cases, film and life seemed eerily suited to each other today.