Fastnade framför svt igår kväll när jag egentligen skulle
sova. En underbar dokumentärfilm som heter
Dear zachary; a letter to a son about his father.

Tårarna strömmade, så otroligt fin film men dock
väldans sorglig. Han som gjort dokumentärfilmen
var nära vän med fadern.
När man ser den så undrar man hur farföräldrarna
orkade, själv hade jag mördat.

Mycket sevärd, om den går i repris så se den.

Hemska människor finns det gott om, och här var det
ytterligare ett exempel.

SnyftVarning!

Handling:
In 2001, Andrew Bagby, a medical resident, is murdered not long after breaking
up with his girlfriend.
Soon after, when she announces she's pregnant, one of Andrew's many
close friends, Kurt Kuenne, begins this film, a gift to the child.
Friends, relatives, and colleagues say warm and loving things about Andrew,
home movies confirm his exuberance.
Andrew's parents, Kathleen and David, move to Labrador where the ex-girlfriend
has gone.
They await an arrest and trial of the murderer.
They negotiate with the ex-girlfriend to visit their grandchild,
Zachary, and they seek custody.
Is there any justice; is Zachery a sweet and
innocent consolation for the loss of their son?