From across the seas that divided us, over the next seven months, that question would twist inside me, helplessly, desperately. I had understood, but not in the truest way of knowing that this, right here, was the beginning of sorrow. I began writing letters to my mother. I knew I was taking notes of the end. Bring Us Home From Sorrow is an intimate portrait of losing a mother and the ways we are kept apart from those we love by distance, disease and death.
