I just finished re-reading the Fault in our Stars, which is, among other things, a tale of pediatric cancer. So now I turn to this graphic novel, which has a lovely and sad title, and is infused with poetry, with fragmented storytelling that seems to fir the fragmented understandings of all the characters: David, who's dying of cancer and at one point loses his voice, because of necessary surgery.
Watercolors give the sort of quick-seeming sketches emotional force, sentiment, but not sentimentality. The story and feel of it reminded me of the death of my mother, whose pain in hospice was somewhat controlled by morphine as she slipped away. A kind of gravity, and grace about it. This story was powerful for me, then, but a little too close for comfort too as I attended a funeral this week for a friend whose mother passed away suddenly.
As sad and beautiful as it is, it also seems important to read. No one wants to read these kinds of books on these topics, but I feel you kinda have to; it's enriching and helps you get in touch with experience that's beyond understanding and language, through the visual, through images that speak. Many pages of poetry and sweetness help you feel the love in this family amidst all the confusion and pain and sorrow. All hard, all good, in so many ways.