Those that are no longer with us leave so much more behind, as those that remain are bereft, frantic and forever scarred by the hole in their life once filled with laughter, love and light. The lucky ones are those that can grieve. They can mourn the loss yet find closure and acceptance, remember the positive impact that the deceased made in their lives and move on (hopefully) with a greater sense of appreciation and zest for their own existence. But those that go missing, leaving a trail of confusion and unending worry, are the ones that are ultimately the most destructive. If you don’t know whether your loved one is alive or dead, happy or miserable, you inevitably don’t know how to feel and so feel it all at once. The world premiere of Siân Rowland’s Gazing At A Distant Star introduces those that are forced to remain; to try and plug the gaps; to survive and exist without any kind of conclusion.
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