Kerstin doesn’t want to keep going – the terminally ill woman is set on her decision. She wants to put an end to her suffering and as a consequence stops consuming all food and drink. Her daughter Juliane is supporting her in this. Right at the start, the end of The Death of my Mother is determined. Very slowly Juliane says goodbye, sitting in silence at her mother’s bedside. She wants to help but knows that she cannot take the death her mother yearns for from her. Days turn into weeks. Movingly, the both of them become closer, physically and mentally in their yearning for it to end. Told from personal experiences, Jessica Krummacher presents an almost documentary-like film and a plea for the freedom of choice on how to die. She confronts the audience with death, but it’s not the horror of loss that the director focuses on. It is the act of bidding farewell, the love, gestures and words that were unspoken and now openly shown in the face of death.