This book was so good, but completely heart-breaking. Marsha Gray Hill writes such a moving tribute to her mother, and it's also a first-hand look at her process of grieving, which is something that needs a lot more attention and respect in our society, in my opinion. There's too much emphasis on moving on, which is ironic because grief is something that virtually everyone will experience at some point, yet instead of relating we all rush each other through it because it makes us uncomfortable. I believe that it is books like this one that will normalize the grieving experience for people who endure it, and help others know how to support them and not look away because of fear of saying the wrong thing, or fear of confronting such raw emotions. Hill has really done such a service in writing this book, and also created such a beautiful memorial to her mother.