Xuan Ha and I wrote to each other. 

August is when I celebrate the anniversaries of my father's death and my nephew's birth. August makes me think of death and life, of the ends and the beginnings. 

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I asked Ha "Do you want to do this with me?" I think I was not ready to face this by myself. One does not heal after losing a loved one. Parts of you died with them. We should embrace that and wear the void they left behind as part of our luggage.

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To make this film in itself was a journey I was not prepared for. I had not seen the photos of the funeral. I had laughed at the idea of having photos taken - when my sister asked me to ask my friend Giang to take them. I was always gung-ho about my private emotions being protected from the eyes of the public. 

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Six years later, I looked at them. Each time I looked at them to evaluate, study, and arrange for this little film, I saw a new thing. There was too much. Some were left out, obviously. No film can contain LIFE. 

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The film evolved as I evolved in the re-examination of my own feelings. I thought I would delve on the line of departure for Ba and arrival for Gin.