Saints for the Grieving

Someone you love has died, and the world has the nerve to keep going. The mail still comes. People still laugh in the grocery store. The sun comes up as if nothing has happened, when everything has happened. If that is where you are, this book was written for you, and it was written slowly, with the door held open, because grief cannot be rushed and should not be.

You will not find any of the things that grief hates in these pages. No one here will tell you they are in a better place as if that settled it. No one will say everything happens for a reason, or at least you had them for a while, or it was their time. Those are things people say when they cannot bear your pain and want it to be smaller.