Video for Dad Script

Here is my initial script for my video about dad...

"How do you say goodbye to the world’s greatest dad? My father was a superhero (SHOT DAD)…for some people they took that literally. My dad was known around the community as Batman (SHOT OF BATMAN HAT) because of his ability to defy gravity in football and martial arts (SHOTS OF FOOTBALL AND KARATE PICS). Which is pretty cool because if he is batman…then that would make me the Huntress (SHOT OF HUNTRESS)… a long lost comic book heroine that no one knows about…that I discovered to be Batman’s daughter….anyway…My father was a hero he was a loving and attentive father attending all of my games, plays, dance recitals, he was our home room dad, field trip leader (SHOTS OF MY ACTIVITIES/LINS ACTIVITIES)…it seemed he could do everything and he made us feel like we could do everything too. One of my favorite memories of dad is when he and my mother (SHOT OF HIM AND MOM) were debating about what color to paint the house…he sat down with me on the front porch and asked me what color did I think it should be. At the time, I had a fondness for the Smurfs (SHOT OF ME AND SMURFS) so as you might have guessed, I told him the house should be Blue! Now, I wasn’t expecting anything to come of this but about a week later, I got off the school bus and stood in front of a Blue house (SHOT OF THE BLUE HOUSE)! It was amazing. It felt magical. I felt affirmed in my existence even then. My father had a nack for making people feel capable. For several years he poured his time and energy into coaching the Lakota tomahawks (SHOT OF LAKOTA TOMAHAWKS). One boy joined my father’s team because he knew that my father had played for the Raiders, the Packers, and the Cowboys (COWBOYS RAIDERS PACKERS SHOTS). He had played for a few teams before who wouldn’t let him play in the position that he was interested in. My father mentored him in the position he wanted to play and he became quite good at it. Here he is (SHOT OF JOHN CONNOR AND DAD)…does he look familiar? He should…that’s John Connor of the New York Jets (JOHN PLAYING NY JETS). One of my father’s many protégés. My dad had an affinity toward strange foods. Even on his death bed he fantasized about things that would gross some people out (play pocket dial/pigs feet clip)…while he never got that last pigs foot…I was able to bring him some banana pudding (SHOT OF BANANNA PUDDING)…his favorite and more importantly feed him his daily dose of laughter. My dad had a rule. He had to laugh at least once a day…my last semi coherent conversation I made him laugh as we joked about the times he failed beautifully as a handyman around the house…Like the time he sprayed Round up on the dandelions at the house. (SHOT OF ROUND UP) The product did its job and killed the dandelions…the problem was it killed everything else. Mom wasn’t too happy about that. He truly loved my mother. He gave her practically whatever she wanted. (MOM PRINCESS SHOT) He was so grateful for her love and as a matter of fact the last words I heard him say were “I love you” to my mother. (SHOT OF MOM AND DAD) My father was full of love. He was loving and jovial even as his body suffered major setbacks, amputations, infections etc. (DAD HOSPITAL SHOTS) He was a man of faith, teaching us to hold on to God even in times of despair. (DAD BIBLE) This was his favorite chain. (SHOT OF DAD'S CHAIN) He bought it in Mexico on a trip with my mom. He wore it every where. One day I started to take notice of the weather (SHOTS OF THE CLOUDS)…it seemed like it had been cloudy for at least a month. Every now and then the sun would peak through some clouds only to be covered up again. It was as if the sun was struggling to get free. The day they told us dad was going to die soon the weather was cold and windy (SHOTS OF BAD WEATHER), it even seemed like snow flurries were forming. Then at 3:26 in the morning the following day, my father made his transition at Christ hospital on April 6^th. (CHRIST HOSPITAL SHOT) Initially, I was devastated but as I cried over his body in the hospital I noticed the sun rising (SUNRISE) just outside the window. It had a strange calming effect on me. My father was no longer in his body. I had never realized how much his spirit made up his features. Without the laughter peaking through his teeth waiting to come out…I couldn’t recognize him. I was devastated because I thought him to be gone. With him, I thought the abundance of love, compassion, teaching, generosity…would follow him. Then later that day…It was a beautiful sunny day…It was as if the sun had finally broke free. I sat in my front yard crying when I noticed a big bird hovering over me. (RED TAIL HAWK SHOT) At first I thought it was a vultcher but then I noticed it was a hawk…my father was particularly fond of hawks. He loved their protective nature and their watchful eye…Their striking beauty and grace though they were fierce like any well trained martial artist (MARTIAL ARTS SHOT)…Well…this hawk flew in front of the sun casting a shadow on me until finally swooping down in front of me only about 7 to 10 feet in front of me, tracing the side walk and then going back in the air to circle our house. I knew then that my father was trying to get my attention (HAWK ANGEL SHOT). For subsequent days there were several hawks that I encountered. Some that hovered by my window, and others that perched in trees in ironic places…there was one perched in a tree near a kite festival (SHOTS OF KITES). My father and I used to fly kites so I took it as a sign and decided to go to the festival. I later flew a kite in his honor. A couple days later we got rid of his fleet of wheel chairs (SHOTS OF HIS WHEEL CHAIRS). Even the purple people eater as he called it (CLOSE UP OF HIS PURPLE CHAIR). The wheelchair that he bought with that color specified because purple and green were my school colors at the time. This even after he had a sworn vendetta against the color purple after he got sick from binging on jelly beans (JELLY BEAN SHOT) when he was a little boy…the purple one (ZOOM ON PURPLE JELLY BEAN), was the last one that pushed him over the edge he thought. It felt good to know that he would no longer need those wheelchairs and that he could now move without boundaries and could be with me at any time. So how do you say good bye to the world’s greatest father (SHOTS OF DAD)…You Don’t. (END WITH SHOT OF ME AND DAD) "