I began this book months ago while taking care of my elderly mother. Just as I started the book Mom fell. I’m sure she suffered a stroke. It was just six weeks until her death. During this time I found it impossible to read this book. And right after, when my own grief was so fresh and raw the book just reminded me of my own pain. I’m picking it up now and will try to finish. I found myself thinking about it while I dealt with my grief. For instance, I can’t seem to throw away Mom’s dentures. They were just so important. I know she will never need them again and that they are useless to anyone else. Still, I can’t toss ‘em.