“Grieving is as natural as breathing, for if we have lived and loved, surely we will grieve. . . .”
Nancy Cobb meets death in the most vital of places–in the lives of everyday people–and in doing so has found a way to infuse this darkest subject with light. Her candor and refreshing perspective make the deaths of those she has loved–and death itself–a subject to explore rather than to avoid.
Cobb’s personal experiences become a point of departure for what amounts to a longer conversation about loss. In telling stories about encounters with grief, Cobb opens us up to our own experiences, and she encourages us to accept and honor the “divine intersections” where the living meet the dying.
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|Publisher:||Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group|
|Sold by:||Random House|
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I could not put the book down. This book was a look at death woth personal and intimate insight. So many of the thoughts that are elusive when you lose someone came to life in print. I laughed and cried but most of all I felt a connection with someone who really understands how difficult the loss is and puts in prospective celebrating the lives of those we have lost instead of closure which hurts to the soul. Thank you for writing this book.
We are RadiantClan, one of the few remaining Clans. Ever since the twolegs have begun to revolt against each other, Clans that were once numerous have been disappearing rapidly. The once supple territory is now pockmarked with explosive shells that those foolish twolegs rained from great birds. Half of the water is poisonous. The only drinkable water come straight from the mountain or from muddy puddles created by rain. Prey is sparce and dreadfully thin, growing fewer with each full moon. Twolegs are willing to capture and eat us, invisible, deadly wasps from their firesticks killing and wounding our Clanmates. We can only pray to StarClan that it ends soon, and we can be guided to a better home. . . <p> Our remaining territory is on a cliff-face with salty water roaring beneath it. A little bunch of scraggily trees and undergrowth shelter food and keep us safe for now. Along the once-prosperous plains, the ground is scorched and reeks of blood and smoke. Carrion birds are at least plentiful, though it takes multitudes of our finest hunters to bring one down, and it can be fatal to be struck by one of their claws. The twolegplace that was home to many kittypets and annoying hounds, but now, it holds vicious, starving rogues and sickened prey. Our only water sources are the puddles and a single, cold creek that trails off into the salty lake. Our camp is a tumble of rocks and overturned trees with only one piece of color; resilient roses climb across the wasted landscape, arying in shades of red and white. They give us hope; it is a sign from StarClan that we will survive. <p> [ Rules ] <br> - Need I list the rules? They are the basic ones everyone should know by now. No godmodding, be realistic, no excess drama, blah, blah, blah. You get the idea. BUT, please try to keep the male:female ratio even. Also, if there isn't a medicine cat already, please be one! <p> Don't ask to join. Just act either like you're already in the Clan or you are wishing to join. We're not as unfriendly as we look. <p> This RP has a storyline, so please stick to it! <p> ~ Twistedstar ~
I read this book straight through. It's a great reminder to pay attention -- and to act on our impulses toward those we like and love.