For twenty years, I thought that I had been marching through the stages of grief in a straight line. I had been following the formula, crossing each processed grief experience off my list. Except that I was totally deluded. And I didn't discover that until Jim, my beloved father-in-law, died. I found myself drying off from my shower the morning after his death, really hoping he couldn't see me naked. Or, if he could, that he was averting his eyes. From that moment, my path through grief resembled a roller coaster, spiraling and twisting and turning, circling back around. Echoes of past trauma, including childhood abuse and cheating death, would no longer be ignored. I somehow needed to get from the beginning to the end of this grief adventure, and I don't have a good sense of direction. But what is always present during a journey through grief, regardless of the path chosen? Hope. Caskets From Costco is a funny book about grief that demonstrates the certainty of hope and healing... Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Caskets from Costco (Kelly Wilson)