Often, when I read books about grief, I have to remind myself to focus on the message and disregard the messenger. What I mean by that is that in this book, the author provided several suggestions on how to cope with different aspects of grief. One of those instances was to reflect on a time when you felt free, such as looking at pictures from when you were a toddler. Unfortunately, I lost everything that I lost everything that I owned (via Hurricane Katrina), including pictures of me before the age of 15. 

So, while reading that part of the book, I had to remind myself to look at pictures when I felt joyous to get through the text. I appreciate how the author discussed complicated grief, particularly when it involves a parent. I wrote down so many things that I want to constantly remind myself of my grief. I love how the author said that your grief will take the time it needs. Often, I feel like I need to quickly get over the death of my mother. This book reminded me that I don’t do that.