A mother and father navigate a series of support group meetings for grieving parents over the course of many nights.

Told in a fragmented storytelling style, this play follows them – both individually and together – as they struggle to remember what they’ve lost. But as they come closer to comprehending the tragic event that took their child, they find it more and more difficult to connect with each other. This intimate, language-driven, two-hander explores what it means to be a parent in the face of unimaginable loss.

This play combines traditional dramatic elements with inventive language and a more challenging structure. I have tried to use the form - fragmented storytelling, jumps in time, quick changes in emotional tone - to evoke the feelings of grief from the inside. We don't always see linear progress, we have good days and bad days, but through it all there is life that keeps going. This becomes a challenge for the actors and the audience to catch up with the moment, but it's not about being lost - I believe that the point is we use the words we have at the time, and somehow a private healing occurs, even in a public space.

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