The nightmarish realization that life has sped up but left you behind with a child’s clothing left on a hook, her toys left on a shelf, desolate comforters and pillows left on a bed.Īnn Hood and other parents never really recover from the gut-wrenching grief of losing a child. So unexpectedly and so quickly.Īnn Hood’s raw grief was that which only a parent can feel. It was a horror that some parents have to endure – the unimaginable sojourn of a losing a child.Īnn Hood and her husband returned from the hospital to tell their living older son, Grace’s older brother Sam, that his sister had died. It was an absolutely hell-ridden journey of only 36 hours, when Grace died of an unthinkably virulent and destructive strep infection. Having lost a child myself, I was related to her raw expressions of grief after losing her five-year old daughter in 2002. Right after it was published, I discovered Ann Hood’s non-fiction memoir Comfort (2008). By the time she turns 60 this December 9, she will have celebrated with 60 cupcakes with 60 different book groups. I wish I had thought to spend my 60th birthday having as much fun as author Ann Hood has.
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