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March 08, 2013

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allmyprettyones

I also read that book but even more helpful to me was Brooke's blog Bythebrooke.blogspot.com. I still go back and read her archives, for example, when I'm 3 months away from losing my daughter I'll read her posts from where she was at that time. The only problem I had with relating to "An Exact Replica..." was that she was traveling everywhere and I couldn't relate to it. I wanted to move away and get the hell out of this place, too, but couldn't.

Greg

We read that book when our daughter died. The aspect that really hit home with me compared to every other book recommended to us, or found, was that it was filled with happiness as well as the unbearable sadness. Oh, the dwarves -- how we laughed. And our life did become that, happiness in the midst of unbearable sadness. I had forgotten those last lines. Thank you for reminding me.

Awesomeness

Allmyprettyones, I love Brooke's blog. I've been reading that as well. I definitely didn't bond with everything, but it really meant a lot to me.

Greg, you're right - it was nice to have the sadness and the happiness mixed. Most of the other books I found were clinical, and those didn't feel helpful to me. I needed to hear someone's story instead of reading a description of grief. It definitely helped me get through.

March is for daffodils

I also used to do a lot of pretending I was Laura Ingalls. And Harriett the Spy. I still think it's cool that I live in a building with an elevator, because when I was reading Harriett the Spy as a kid I thought that was just the coolest thing in the world. A building with an elevator!
I think I might read McCracken's book again. I read it so soon after Anja died and it was so hard to imagine happiness. It might be a good one to revisit. I am really enjoying your March posts.

Suzanne

I have always loved books, too. But in the light of my loss, I have had a hard time focusing on stories other than stories about people losing babies or children. Somehow, that seems to be the only really important plot line. Somehow, all other challenges seem, I don't know, trite?

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