Eight months and eight days ago my daughter, Zoe, died of pheochromocytoma (a rare adrenal cancer). She was diagnosed 2 weeks before her 21st birthday and died 5 weeks later in my and her husband's arms. This documentary was true to that fact that death can be a beautiful experience for those involved in the process. I wish I could say that she did not suffer, however, that would be a lie. Cancer is painful and ravaged her body. Despite her pain, in her final weeks upon this earth she touched many hearts and brought joy and love to all who her met her. I still cry every day even though I feel she is still with me. I miss her so very deeply, however, being with her for her final breath was a spiritual moment that I will always cherish. Being the one to bring her into this world and the one to be with her as she left was her precious gift to me.
I hope that anyone watching this who has lost a child will find peace someday.