

“Grief was like spring, maybe. You thought you were getting out from under it and then it came roaring back. And getting out from under it felt like forgetting, and forgetting felt like treason.”
Quindlen‘s gentle and authentic prose uncovers the range of realizations in a family‘s grief after losing a mom and wife 😔
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