Unsaid

I read a book recently Unsaid.  It is up there with my very favorite reads, right up there with The Sparrow, The Handmaid's Tale, and Water for Elephants. Oh, and Cutting for Stone.  Oh and ...  well, so many others. 

I love to read.  I started reading Unsaid and about two pages in, started sobbing.  I didn't stop crying until the last page.   Then I read it again.  And cried all over again.

It is an amazing book.  It starts like this:

(The woman - a veterinarian- is dead, recounting her life post-death).

In my experience-and I've had more than my share- endings rarely go well.  There is absolutely nothing life affirming about death.  You'd think that, given the prevalence and irrevocability of death, whoever or whatever put  the whole thing together would've given a little more attention to the process of exit. 

Maybe next time.

Wow. Wrap your head around that.  The process of exit.  Before you get there, make sure that you have squeezed every minute out of every day.  I am working hard on that.  Hope you are too.