When we heard that Albert Finney had died today, Bern said, sadly, "it feels like the death of our youth."
As soon as she said it, I felt the same way.
Bern and I never had "our song" the way many couples did--but we had 'our movie'. It was Two for the Road, starring Aubrey Hepburn and Albert Finney.
We saw it in 1967--Bern was 17 and I was 20. We'd been dating for over two years and were three years from marriage.
We loved the movie. Talked about it endlessly. Saw it as 'our' adventure--driving away, falling in love.
Years later we got a Puli, born in Hungary, whose registered name was Templomkerti Palac Suba. We named him "Finney".
Funny, I hadn't thought of that movie in years and had half forgotten the title. But everytime, after that, when I saw Albert Finney on screen, I had a flash back.
Rest in Peace, dear Albert.
And thanks for the memories.
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