Full disclosure: the author is in my writing group. I'm a picky reader and have a critical eye, so take the following with that in mind.
I sat down with this on a beautiful fall afternoon; blue skies, a breeze swirling golden oak leaves around me, fall sun just enough to warm me. I started reading and couldn't stop until I was done. I took a deep breath and brushed away tears.
It's more than a memoir of grief, though the death of Climer's son precipitated its writing. It's also a meditation on impermanence, how we can't really hold on to anything, and how we move forward through pain.
I imagine myself picking it up again when winter sets in, sitting by a warm fire and letting Josh's and Climer's stories take me in.