All the Ways the World Can End teaches about how to deal with anxiety, stress, love, and death. Lenny's dad has an illness. At the end of the marvelous tale, Lenny and her dad are sitting by the dock, for the last time. She feels confused and sad and can't ignore the fact that he is taking all of his lasts, last ginger ale, last trip to Wahonsett Bay, last night alone with Lenny. She feels that he is falling down a spiral, unable to pull him up and out of the clutches of a certain black hole called death. She has prepared for the world to end all her life, with her secret bunker filled with hummus, her compulsive hand sanitizing, and all her research. She has always known this would happen someday, that her dad would have to...go. She just didn't believe that it would be so soon, or that she would feel the way she feels.
Her dad brings it up, and it hurts a lot. But within these last few pages, I have learned more lessons about death than I have learned in the past twelve years of my mostly sheltered and change-free life. "Lenny, it hurts a lot less when we do it together"-page 300. I learned that death, just like birth, is a celebration. It is God telling you that you did it! You conquered life and lived it to the fullest. If your celebration is a little sooner than others, well then you already lived your best life.
The second lesson I have learned and come to understand is that nobody losing a loved one is going to miss them and mourn them the same way. When my Papa became died, I missed him. But I was also afraid that I wasn't mourning right. I thought that uncontrollable ugly-crying near the casket is ina[ropriate, that wanting it all to end is selfish, and that the words 'passed away' and 'died' don't feel right. At. All. After reading this book I have come to the conclusion that everyone's death is different, just like how everyone's life and birth is different. After much confusion, I have decided that when talking about my Papa, I will use the term 'became an angel'. I think it shows who he really is, deserves to be, and puts me in a happy, loving mood rather than a distressed one. Feel free to use this phrase as your own. Also, there isn't a quote for this, I just sensed it throughout the whole of the book.
"Yeah, but I want to do them with you here.""Well, I'll be here." He tapped lightly with one finger just below my clavicle. "Also here." This time, tapping on my head. "And most of all, here." Three taps on my nose, because I used to blame him for it being so big. -page 300. When people go, they aren't just with us in memory. We carry them with us every time we love, every time we make decisions, and every time someone sees us. They will always be with us not just in memory, but in our hearts, in our minds, and in our looks.
"I guess I have a question." I gulped. "What does it feel like?" My father smiled. And swallowed. And breathed. And then he said,"It feels like wading.""Waiting?" "Yeah, that too." -page 300-page 301. Dying is terrible. Death is terrible. I already knew that. But what I din' realize is that it is confusing and unpredictable and scary. But I know that my Papa was reassured the second he left. He got his Portillo's in heaven.
"Don't worry, Len. It'll come back."-page 301. The days on the porch. The laughs. The papa sweaters. The beer mugs. The fist bumps. It'll all come back. Nothing is gone forever. When somebody dies, everything-all the memories will come back again when we become angels, too.
This review is dedicated to my Papa. I love you. You have taught me so much, especially to work hard, have fun, and be a good person. Enjoy being an angel. I'm taking care of everyone for you. Enjoy your everlasting supply of Portillo's, $5 Cosco footlong polish, and beer! I love you!
Thank you, All the Ways the World can End. You have taught me so much and helped me grow even more.