I plan to to watch the movie this Sunday, February 13 as I try to do each year. I occasionally let that goal slip, but since it does fall upon a Sunday, it holds a bit more personal significance. Why?
Well, 45 years ago, on Sunday, February 13, 1977, NBC aired "2001", I think for the first time on national broadcast television. If one of the networks did so earlier, I was not aware of it. Certainly, it was my first opportunity to see it. I do remember it was re-released in theaters maybe 1 or 2 years earlier and I earnestly wanted to see it, but I could not convince my father to take me. So, this was my first viable chance to see it. Having been introduced to reruns of Star trek in 1972 by a newly acquired friend, I learned of other notable productions. Magazines and retrospective books about science fiction almost always mentioned "2001" with near religious reverence. So I had to see what was so special about this movie.
Finally, the big day arrived. I woke early Sunday morning and to kill a bit of time before breakfast, I turned on a portable radio (shaped like a 2 door coupe type car, a literal car radio). I distinctly remember "Dancing Queen" by ABBA playing. Then I heard something odd, labored breathing. It came from my father's bedroom. I had witnessed this twice before when we still lived a townhouse apartment a couple of years earlier. My father was having some sort of "episode". This was far worse than the previous times and the second time resulted in a trip to the ER. I couldn't "snap" him out of it by rolling him on his side as I managed the first time, so I raced to the next house to get help. 911 was not yet a thing and being just a naive kid of 14, I didn't consider calling the operator to get an ambulance. My neighbors did, but by the time medics arrived, it was too late. After several failed attempts at resuscitation, they declared my father dead.
I called my closest family who lived some 6 hours drive distant of the news and my father's older sister along with her husband drove to Birmingham to deal with final affairs. In a state of shock and disbelief, I tried shutting out the world that evening by watching the movie. I did not get to see the whole thing because my aunt had countless questions about wills, legal documents and other things about which I had no real knowledge.
I finally got the opportunity to see "2001" in its entirety (and free from commercial interruptions) a few years later when HBO aired it around 1980, maybe '81. I believe it was presented as "pan and scan" because I don't recall the black bars above and below indicative of the "letterbox" format. That would be years later.
Anyway, to make a verbose diatribe short, I try to watch the movie on the anniversary of my father's passing. Since it will fall upon a Sunday this year, I really want to make the effort barring some truly soul crushing catastrophe.