2.5 stars, rounded up because it's about losing one's parents. I wanted to like this; I really did, since it's about a topic that matters a great deal to me. But it was enormously disappointing. For one thing, McClanahan fails to recount a crucial plot point at the point where it makes narrative sense so that a later disclosure will be more dramatic. She has nothing to say about her father's death when it happens in the narrative, just completely skips over the topic. It's disconcerting and weird. Instead, she waits to discuss it briefly when he mother is dying, several years later. She also leaves a great deal of doubt and confusion about the death of her father-in-law, which is also disconcerting and weird.
McClanahan narrates a child four or five years old saying something insensitive about old people, and this is McClanahan's reaction: "Now I'm really bristling. It's bad enough to hear comments from sales clerks, people in line at the grocery store, medical assistants--all well-meaning, of course, but Jesus can't they stop a minute and think before they speak" (181).
But this is McClanahan reporting something she herself says to a woman caring for McClanahan's father at the end of his life: "The other aide is older, thinner, with eyes that say she has seen a lot in her life. Her name is Hope. When she first introduced herself, I said, 'That's a strange name for a hospice work.' 'It depends on how you look at it,' she answered. I could barely hear her, her voice was so quiet" (161). Jesus, lady, can't you stop a minute and think before you speak?
So many families have been through this, having to take care of ailing, aging parents. Even several siblings and many resources, Rebecca McClanahan writes eloquently about how difficult this is, financially and emotionally. Almost everyone will recognize these complications and challenges.