‘… she knew she was going to die anyway, and then she decided that day would be the day. I think it was the loneliness thing I’ve ever seen. She walked past me and laid on the bed and she nodded yes to the Doctor. I can’t find words for what it felt like to be there.’ A film about the last hour of a life.
If I am to be entirely honest you would be a fool not to give this you full and undivided attention for its full and undivided duration. I imagine the experience will contribute in ways you might not be able to place words against. It is a profound wondering about the experience of life, death and cancer.
Before your words of encouragement and well-timed advice. Before items gifted at beyond an arm’s length. Did you ever consider the one thing that might turn the entire world on its axis …
Conflict is universal. I imagine each conflict is reflective of all others. The Klamath Conflict is notorious. I imagine it will reflect shards of your world. If not more. And point to how we might live and work well together.
This film explores the extraordinary change in a relationship between Mother and Daughter following the onset of dementia. It’s metaphorical for so many of the events that seek to challenge our lives. Events seemingly out of our control.
Beyond the drama of tragic events lies the deafening, visceral and prolonged experience of grief. An experience that is seemingly untouchable by those who look in from the outside.
We are fragile. You and me. Though we act strong, our lives are held together with thoughts of where we might be tomorrow. And of disappointed
yesterdays. At any moment we might shatter. We might fall to our knees weighed down by …