by Anna Whiston-Donaldson
I almost didn't read this book, but I recognized the story of Jack's
death from the author's blog. Seeing the book was like coming across an
old friend and wanting to catch up, despite the possible pain.
the author herself says, "My new story was a tragedy so frightening
that, as parents, we feel we risk something even by thinking about it,
because it whispers into our hearts a truth we don’t want to hear. That
we can’t keep our children safe. That we don’t know what the future
holds. We want to cover our ears, close our eyes, and turn away from the
horror of that truth. And it may be how you are feeling right now—you
might be tempted to run away from this book. I get that. I do."
SB died 7 years ago and it was not easy to dive back into fresh
grief, but this truly is a beautiful book. It has been a long time since
I have cried such cleansing tears. The author's honesty must not have been easy
but it is so, so valuable.
I know the comfort she speaks of, and
it is a privilege to share in her life as Jack's mom. I love her idea
that our connections endure, that I still get to be SB's mom, even in death.
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