this was quiet reflective type read. one that made me think about the characters within this book but also how so many must be going through similar. how we all might think at this time of life. both from the people in the bed and for those surrounding it. what do you do when you learn new things about people. you cant hide it but nor can you really confront it. does it leave so much unsaid and held in. for both family and the sufferer the wait, the questions, the unknown.
do you turn to faith. and what faith would it be? do you pray to God or do we simply just pray for something higher than ourselves. in times of great loss and great need what and who do you turn to. how do it make you feel, think, come together or fall apart.
i wasn't sure quite how i felt towards this book and im not even sure i can say why. but i do know i wanted to read on. it was weird just how much of a quiet time it felt to be had with it. and maybe that is the point for me.