Welcome to Litsy!

My dear Littens: I have joined the club that no one wants to join. Last Friday morning I found my husband unresponsive on the floor. Paramedics could not revive him, and they estimated that he had passed away sometime in the night.

I‘m stunned and heartbroken, but I‘m learning that I have an awesome support team that is stepping up for me.

I‘ll be here a little less for a while but will check in.

Here we are with friends in happier times.

An interesting romance book concept. Nora owns a casket shop in a small town in Alabama. Garrett stumbles into her store asking for directions. Nora is suspicious when he starts showing up at places people have died. It appears Garrett works for death. Nora can‘t accept his job. A lot of grief, death and funeral talk in this book.

#hauntedshelf #screamteam #bookspinbingo

I lost my mom when I was 14 & I can‘t believe it took me this long to find this book. Full of wisdom about how grief stays with you and grows in different seasons of life, this book helped me so much. If you‘ve lost your mom, no matter how old you are, I would highly recommend this. There were so many moments that made me realize I was not alone.

“For the motherless daughter, depending on independence is not nearly as contradictory as it sounds.”

My favorite book of September was the one I read first. #wrapup

It‘s not you it‘s me , definitely a marmite read , as others have said starts well and could have been two engrossing stories , always love a ghost 👻 story or even better narrated by a ghost , but tbh it just bored me , the dual time lines , which I usually love didn‘t work for me I had no interest in her previous life in Australia, I also have bass rock on my TBR which Iv been told is far superior

So sad. Beautifully written, a lovely tribute.

Making sense of the unimaginable, natural disasters, struggling with what can be real, remembering, enduring love, details, grief, survivor‘s guilt, haunting, rebuilding a life. Deraniyagala‘s family killed in 2004 tsunami in Sri Lanka. 2013

P198 “It still seems far-fetched, my story, even to me. Everyone vanishing an instant, me spinning out from that mud, what is this, some kind of myth? Even now I cannot mouth those words ‘They are all dead.‘“