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The Five Books I Needed To Read When My Mum Died Of Cancer
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It took years. There are many motherless daughters out there who need to know that they are not alone. Books help. Through shared experiences we can heal. It took me years to believe that I had a story worth sharing. My mother died when I was She got sick when I was very young.
When grieving, we need rawness, realness, and quick thinking from our best writers.
After losing my 48 year old mother when I was just 24, I read several books on grief before eventually writing my own. Here are 8 books that I recommend to help you along on your journey of healing.
All rights reserved. My mum died of cancer when I was It remains the worst day of my life so far, and it will take a stupidly-shitty thing to top it. At first it weighed on me physically, how bent the world seemed without her in it. I wanted to vomit all the time, but it was a spiritual and emotional sickness, and couldn't be easily expelled from my body. As the years passed, the world grew into a new shape.
It's Metafilter's 20th anniversary! To celebrate, scan some cats or help fund Mefi! My friend is the type of person who is comforted by reading about similar experiences and I think finding books about mother loss or the grief process in general might help her process some of her feelings. Despite her general dislike of graphic novels she really enjoyed it and has mentioned buying copies for a couple of her baby-boomer aged friends since. Sorry for your friend's loss!
If my mother and I had a secret language, it was books. My mother had the perfect knack for slipping the perfect book into my hands at the perfect time. When I got my first period, I was entrusted with my own fat copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves , which I received like a diploma for graduating into womanhood. The books my mother gave me were lenses through which I looked at the world: a way to remember who I was in her eyes, and a guidebook to help me get where I wanted to go. When my mother unexpectedly passed away in May , I clearly remember wishing she could come back to life just for five minutes, so I could ask her what books to read to get me through this grief. Luckily, the community of writers I am grateful to consider as family swooped in, and sent me a lifeboat of books to comfort me during that first hard year.