The Campus Theater showed two movies in memory of Miles not long ago. They showed My Neighbor Totoro and Howl’s Moving Castle, two films by Hayao Miyazaki. It was a great day.
I had never seen Totoro before, but it was one of Miles’s favorite movies. He and Kali watched it many times. I can see why he loved it. It is a great magical fantasy. There is a blurry line between the real world and the imaginary world of the forest creatures discovered by the children.
I love so many scenes in the movie. The bus stop. The plants growing. Mei discovering Totoro. So many.
I went out to the crash site a few days after I saw the movies. I sat in the gravel by the side of the road and examined the new flowers that Winnie planted. I looked at the stones at the base. I delivered a rock that I took from the creek at the Middleswarth-Snyder Trail near Troxelville where we walked on the trail and found the plane crash on our last hike together. I looked at the woods beyond the monument. I sat and stared and thought of Miles. I imagined his spirit among the Totoros of the Bald Eagle Forest. He would be right at home with them and they with him. It is a busy road, but it is mostly quiet and if you step into the forest just a few feet, you can hardly hear the cars that speed by.