Film, Food, Finis

Death comes to us all, so they say.

Five years ago I found myself living in the US after living abroad.  I had lost a child.  I was 39,  broken, and trying to find balance, perspective, the ability to breathe.   Without knowing how it happened,  I reconnected with my cousin 34, who had lost her father to suicide at age 8 and her mother to cancer at age 18.  She was floating through life on a bed of sorrow.  So was I.    We began a Thursday night ritual.    We cooked a meal, watched a movie, and eventually talked about death.    Our Thursday nights were special.  Our Thursday nights were necessary.  Our Thursday nights were therapy.   Recently, someone close to me lost a parent.  Seeing that pain all over again, the fresh wound,  I realized there is a way to help.    Out of this sorrow and onto this white screen, I hope to create a space for learning, laughing, and leaning on someone.    Until death do us part.

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