a few cinematic things i recall vividly:
the scene of the dancing feather, to show that she was still breathing.
the moment she looked at the lollipop and was so agonised by this sudden reminder of her daughter that she could not be alone.
the flutes in the music composition that she can finally admit she wrote.
even though this movie is about grief and death, the most striking images were the ones of her life and when she chose her life, again and again; in the warmth of the sun, in the blue of the swimming pool, and in sharing life again, with others.
