I lost my mother to pancreatic cancer in 2021. I’ve been grieving her since her diagnosis in 2018.

Unlike Michelle, I don’t have a lot of cultural ties to keep my mothers memory alive. Unless you count my inherited hatred for cooking. We were the opposite of the mother/daughter in this memoir. The opposite of foodies.

But what we do have in common is the shared sense of loss. So much died with my mother. She also didn’t want to open up to me upon her diagnosis. She kept her fears to herself. We never shared a last moment of wisdom or words of love.

I appreciate this author sharing so much of the horrors that come with dying. It’s not pretty. You are left with images you never want to think of again. You are part of the exclusive club who has seen their parent die.

I wouldn’t recommend this book to anyone early in their grief process. Like the author; you need to be a few years out.

Highly recommend the audiobook.