Lost In Living

Several months ago, I saw a link to a documentary film being made in the US by Mary Trunk.  I watched the fundraising trailer for Lost in Living and was entranced.  I cried, watched it again, cried, and donated some money.  Then I waited for the finished film.  A parcel arrived in the post last week – a DVD and a tote bag and a couple of postcards with a note from Mary.  My postman left the parcel sitting on top of my letter box and the yellow dye from the wrapping paper got all wet in the rain, staining the tote with golden streaks.  I cried.  But the bit I was really waiting for – the film itself – was safely protected in plastic.  I watched it that night, as soon as I could.  It is a deeply resonant and honest film, well worth the wait.  You will not be surprised to learn that it made me cry.

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