This film is (and will be) monumental in how I view death now, especially big tragedies. Although the tragedy was terrible with Andrew, it's beautiful seeing how loved he was, and all the little stories that his family and friends had to say about him. It shows how a couple encounters with a single person can change your life forever, and how when that person passes, a part of you leaves with them. It was beautiful seeing the interviews, and how over the course of the film, his family, friends, colleagues, and patients were all talking about how great Andrew was, and they all said around the same thing, and then at the end they were taking about how much they missed him, and how much he meant to them, and they all said the same things; and how everyone had their own little specific stories about how they loved him, and how they spent their time together. It's scary that this will happen to my Dad one day, and I'm stuck trying to figure out how I'm going to deal with my grief when he does pass. I guess the best I can do is try to remake this film by travelling and seeing the people that loved him as much as I do (which might be hard to find), and be able to share the love that I have for him with them, and listen to the stories about the man who fought all my life to be with me. The film shows how beautiful life and all the little things that happen around you are. The trees, the grass, the ocean, the sky. It makes you understand how little time we do have, and that we should spend time being with people we love, and not hating others and holding grudges over petty things. Also solidifies my thoughts on having children and starting a family of my own. I just wanna be the best father I can be for my children, and the best man I can be for my wife. The film also shows how disgusting murderers are, and how shootings, executions, wars, and inhumane crimes are the worst sin one can commit. Fuck Shirley. After watching this I don't understand how ceos, world leaders and hateful people can live with themselves. They must be so fucking miserable and stuck up that they just have to ruin everyone's lives so they can have a fancy meal, or so they can drive a fancy car.
If Mistress (Piano Version) by Red House Painters or Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd started playing I probably would've cried. Don't think it helped that I went and listened to Carissa's Weird and Blaze Foley after watching this either lmao.
Highly recommend for anyone who's grieving, for anyone who's scared of losing a loved one or anyone who's too ignorant to understand the sorrow of death.
Thank you Kurt for making this documentary, I'll definitely come back to this when the time comes.
P.s. Holy plot twist (except it isn't a plot, it's real life, and that actually happened) and fuck the family court.
"I've never seen a coffin that small; they shouldn't be that size".
This film is (and will be) monumental in how I view death now, especially big tragedies. Although the tragedy was terrible with Andrew, it's beautiful seeing how loved he was, and all the little stories that his family and friends had to say about him. It shows how a couple encounters with a single person can change your life forever, and how when that person passes, a part of you leaves with them. It was beautiful seeing the interviews, and how over the course of the film, his family, friends, colleagues, and patients were all talking about how great Andrew was, and they all said around the same thing, and then at the end they were taking about how much they missed him, and how much he meant to them, and they all said the same things; and how everyone had their own little specific stories about how they loved him, and how they spent their time together. It's scary that this will happen to my Dad one day, and I'm stuck trying to figure out how I'm going to deal with my grief when he does pass. I guess the best I can do is try to remake this film by travelling and seeing the people that loved him as much as I do (which might be hard to find), and be able to share the love that I have for him with them, and listen to the stories about the man who fought all my life to be with me. The film shows how beautiful life and all the little things that happen around you are. The trees, the grass, the ocean, the sky. It makes you understand how little time we do have, and that we should spend time being with people we love, and not hating others and holding grudges over petty things. Also solidifies my thoughts on having children and starting a family of my own. I just wanna be the best father I can be for my children, and the best man I can be for my wife. The film also shows how disgusting murderers are, and how shootings, executions, wars, and inhumane crimes are the worst sin one can commit. Fuck Shirley. After watching this I don't understand how ceos, world leaders and hateful people can live with themselves. They must be so fucking miserable and stuck up that they just have to ruin everyone's lives so they can have a fancy meal, or so they can drive a fancy car.
If Mistress (Piano Version) by Red House Painters or Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd started playing I probably would've cried. Don't think it helped that I went and listened to Carissa's Weird and Blaze Foley after watching this either lmao.
Highly recommend for anyone who's grieving, for anyone who's scared of losing a loved one or anyone who's too ignorant to understand the sorrow of death.
Thank you Kurt for making this documentary, I'll definitely come back to this when the time comes.
P.s. Holy plot twist (except it isn't a plot, it's real life, and that actually happened) and fuck the family court.
"I've never seen a coffin that small; they shouldn't be that size".
