Have you lost somebody you loved?
Of course you have. I know from all the people who spoke to me and shared stories after my brother Eli died in the spring. Maybe you told me yours. I loved hearing those stories. I don’t know what I will do with them yet, but they are all still alive, here in my mind, waiting to come out in some way.
This quote jumped out at me over Shabbos, and I wanted to share it.
"It's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of a sudden that you have a new set of relatives, people with whom you can speak in the shorthand of cousins."
- Elizabeth McCracken, from the book An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination
Will you believe me if I tell you that a book about grief can be funny? Happy? Optimistic?
"This is the happiest story in the world, with the saddest ending," McCracken begins her memoir, about the loss of a baby, and the birth of two more. About becoming a mother and a bereaved mother in the same instant.