It begins with my own beloved 88-year–old mom facing death . But that’s not what I thought about when I started making this movie. She’s vibrant today, even if she aches all over at times. This is us August, 2014, after dousing in the cleansing waters of a Balinese Temple.
Clair Killen, my mom’s 92 year old “lover” – that’s what he called himself – thrived on being rebellious and raising eyebrows and questioning everything. He was a contractor.
Alan Rosenberg aka Rosey was a realtor, a writer, and a performer who decided to do stand up comedy about dying.
Don Offill, one of my tango partners, was an electrician who went from terminal diagnosis to death with dignity in two short weeks.
In Australia I sought the wisdom of Aboriginals, where I met an elder named Uncle Bob living in Uluru . He told me that for the most ancient people on earth, dying is like walking through a doorway to an unseen world. I was drawn to his mysticism.
Also in Australia, I met a deathwalker, Zenith Virago. Bringing presence, experience and familiarity, along with a legal, practical and spiritual background, Zenith guides, assists and supports the dying person, the families and friends, and those bereaved through loss.
So there I was, halfway across the globe when Clair died. I didn’t hear about his transition until two days after he’d died. That’s when I realized that it was at the exact moment of his death that we were compelled by awe to stop our car so we could take in the magnificence of this rainbow.