In 2020, three months after his 100th birthday, Dorothy Wiggins’ husband, Guy, died. They had been married for 61 years. “We never fought,” she says. “We were always together. Without him, I was devastated by grief.” Immediately after his death, alone in her West Village brownstone in New York, she filled her days by putting together a photo album of their life, but soon Wiggins started making trips into the city to figure out what to do next.
One of her children, Noel, had previously commissioned his journalist friend Michael Astor to make a short film about his parents. Now he suggested that Astor could film his mother’s day-to-day activities. It might help take her mind off her bereavement, he said, and Astor could use the footage to create a documentary about her life.
