This is one of those books that like one chapter in I was already excited to talk about it and knew I'd have a lot to say.
I've read Rob Delaney's other book and I certainly don't remember him being such an incredible writer. It did always make me have a soft spot for him, but this one made me truly adore him. What a wonderful man. I know the book is written from his perspective so I'm sure that's part of it, but then I also feel that he really does display his flaws and I love him for it anyway, probably even more than if he hadn't.
It's hard to put into words what made this so striking. Something about the way he wrote about his grief is so raw. I was at the gym a few days ago trying to decide on what book I wanted to listen to next, and suddenly had a strong desire to start this one which I'd only vaguely considered before. I've struggled with anxiety and depression for most of my life and it was a hard day. I've been trying to read comforting books but nothing felt like it helped to distract me at all. So I suddenly needed this one. And it was in fact needed.
This is a story about his son Henry's death and his family's grief. It's not the first book I've read about grief at all, but is by far the most staggering. The first chapter hit me in the heart immediately. His visceral descriptions of the pain and horror. I have no children and I can't relate to his experience, which is a part of why I wanted this story. Now I know. I think it's important to understand things that you haven't been through, to have that compassion.
There's so many fascinating thoughts Rob has in this. I just completely got it. I think we are kindred spirits. I also feel peace when I hear about other people's pain, because then I know I'm not alone. I also have thoughts and opinions surrounding death that he's had. I felt seen by a lot of what he said.
To me this book was a balm for the soul. Especially when so many horrible things are happening in the world, and the election is coming up and I just feel powerless and sometimes hopeless. There was a lot of gratitude here for the everyday people who made Henry's life better. It really reminded me of how much kindness is in the world. Also the relationship with him and his wife, and how much love they have for each other and their children. That was all life affirming. I honestly recommend it if you're struggling right now.
The very last paragraphs in the book were also just perfection. I absolutely agree with his views and it's something I've been coming to terms with as well.
I suspect I am a glass of water, and when I die, the contents of my glass will be poured into the same vast ocean that Henry's glass was poured into, and we will mingle together forever. We won't know who's who. And you'll get poured in there one day too.
by kristin137