Happy to have watched this at a time in life where films were more about experiencing than overanalysing. I'm suddenly 8 years old again, sitting on the carpet eating homemade tamarind balls in front of the television at my grandma's apartment. A touchingly poignant exploration of aging and death; every bit as sweet and delightful as my childhood self remembers, with the depth of meaning now enhanced by viewing through the prism of adult understanding. A wonderful and gloriously human experience. RIP Wilford Brimley (and Brian Dennehy).