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It can be impossibly difficult to look at the traces a deceased one has left and think back to the times when they were with us. In the modern world, our digital imprint will last long after we are gone, and in this video, people look back onto the last messages they received from their loved ones before they passed away. The grief may feel unbearable now, but you are not alone and you will get through this.
A heartfelt poem about the mourning of loss.
The grief that follows the death of a loved one can be more devastating than any other feeling. It eats you up, leaves you cold and numb and empty. In his poem, Westley Nash encaptures those very feelings of loss.
In the aftermath of a school shooting, the parents of a victim are left to journey through an emotional journey as mourn the loss of their child. Anyone who has ever experienced loss, mourning, anger, and reconciliation, whether it is a loved one, a friend group, local community, culture, history, health, purpose, or hope, will resonate with this short film.
Note: The attached video is only a trailer as the short film can only be streamed through Netfilx
My grieving started 3 years ago on December 17, 2018. I was only 18 years old at the time. So young with so much life ahead of me. I was a senior in high school, it was finals week. It was like any other day. My mom was yelling at me that morning to hurry so I could get to school on time. She had somewhere to be and since I didn't have a first period class I went in later. So that morning she was rushing me. The drive to school was happy despite the yelling that morning. She happily explained to me how she gave her grandchildren early Christmas gifts and how happy they were. I remember the lightness of the conversation. The feelings we felt in that moment. I remember laughing and smiling with her. The whole 10 minutes that it took to get me to school, oh how I wish it took longer. We got to school, I remember getting out and looking at her. We smiled at each other and said goodbye. She told me she would be back later to pick me up after school and wished me luck on my final. One final look and the last words given between us was, "I love you"...
I lost my 17 year old sister 9 months ago, from a cocaine and fentanyl overdose. My unfortunate reality, that I'm still exploring.
Losing her has been the most painful experience imaginable. The death of my only sister left me with an open wound that will never heal. It's a feeling like having to continue on with life, with only half a heart.
There are many mornings filled with anger, denial, disbelief and many, many tears. Her passing left me with a feeling like I was drowning all the time. People told me, "It will get easier", but that made me even more upset, because it wasn't getting any better. It wasn't until about 6 months after her death that I felt something lift a bit of weight off my heart. However, it was half a year that went by, where I felt like I could barely keep my head above water...
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