“Struggling to come to terms with his wife’s death, a writer for a newspaper adopts a gruff new persona in an effort to push away those trying to help.”
This is how the “After Life”, a British black comedy-drama streaming television series on Netflix, is described.
I would use Wong’s words to describe this series better: “You cannot ‘get over’ possibly a lifetime of love in a few days. Grief deserves its time.”
And I would definitely add to this description the poem recited in this series:
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
(Klare Hanner, “Immortality”, 1934)
A must watch series.
Picture source: https://www.rottentomatoes.com/tv/after_life/s01
