“We don’t have the power to map out our existence but we have the power to see it and breath it in while we can and for me that is enough.”

When I was fifteen years old, my mom passed away. Many moments from that time are fogged over, just out of reach from my memory. Others are far too clear.

I had never experienced a complete collapse before. It felt like I was continuously falling with no clue as to where I would land. There were only a few things that kept me from landing in the darkest of places. My Papa. The firm belief that I knew who I was, and I would get through this, I had to get through this. And this inkling in the back of my mind that I would use the worst thing that has ever happened to me to create something that made people feel seen.

My name is Ella Rose. I am the founder and CEO of Midair Productions and the writer, director, and producer of Passing.

I founded Midair Productions because I was hungry to tell stories that opened up people's hearts. The power of storytelling is not something that should be taken lightly. Films are able to capture thoughts and emotions in a way nothing else can. 

After my mom passed, my Papa and I had this emptiness spreading through us. We both had trouble finding joy in things, loss has this way of taking over. We both have always loved stories, so he started to show me classic films. Films that he loved growing up, new films we both hadn’t seen before, and films about loss. That feeling of being completely submerged in the cool waters of a new story gave us so much joy. 

At Midair productions, we strive to uplift silenced voices. To tell stories that make people feel seen. Life is a big beautiful whirlwind with so much love and joy hidden in the little things. Our films find and harness that joy so others can see it too.

When you think of me, think of love. Let that love swallow you whole until it beams out from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Find me in the warm breeze that washes through the trees. In the pink orange glow of the sunrise. In the eyes of strangers that pass you by. In the earthy smell of your morning cup of coffee. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know it’ll be beautiful. I love you so much. I’ll see you around the bend.
— Mama, Passing