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Goals | Press | Inspiration

Yesterday on our way to Seattle’s Northwest Film Forum to pitch this project, we suddenly and unexpectedly hit our funding goal and screamed and yelled on the streets of Capitol Hill!

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Thank you to our amazing supporters and backers who make this dream reality!

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Before we all get too comfy and while there are still 43 hours left, let’s talk about s t r e t c h goals.
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The beauty & glory

About a month before my Dad died, we were watching the sunset from my parents’ back deck. Golden skies melted over fields of spring wheat, their ten acres disappearing in rolling hills down to the darkening trees. With the last of the warm light on our faces, he said to me …

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I found this again recently, and it sent a dagger of breathlessness through me. He was so right. He *is* so right. We don’t know the hour of our departure. If we did, wouldn’t that make every sunset worth soaking up? If you agree, maybe you’d like to share this.

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Tell people what we’re doing here. We’re soaking up the beauty and glory for the dark times.

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I didn’t go blonde, but I did eventually start writing this story, and I capped it with an ending I think he would be proud of.

A little beauty, a little magic, a little glory.

Love,
Wonder

Grieving out loud.

Grieving out loud.

I always used Twitter for fun chats and a quick way to share info, but suddenly it also became a way to capture a life changing experience in a few phrases.

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See You On the Other Side: origin stories

See You on the Other Side

 New Beginnings

My Dad died unexpectedly almost three years ago. The tragedy completely rocked my world and forever altered my life. Digging myself out of a hole of grief, and watching my mom battle depression and heartbreak sparked the creation of this film. This painful experience is intensely personal, but also profoundly shared with everyone else who has survived similar tragedies. When your heart breaks, the world’s heart breaks. And when you heal, the world heals too.

Me and Dad

Me and Dad

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