I read this in the spring, a time both beautiful and sad for me, since both of my parents passed away (17 years apart) in this otherwise hopeful season of the earth's renewal. Reading the experiences of others has always helped me make sense of my own and reminded me that, however alone I might sometimes feel, I am not. This book became a kind of portable support group, with each narrator simply saying,in essence, "This is how it was for me, this is what I felt and the meaning I drew from it," without any other discussion or psychological posturing. When I felt sad, I would pick up the book and read one of the narratives inside, then go on with my day. By the time spring was turning into summer, the wheel of my emotions had turned, also, and life went on with gladness (which was, I think, the intent and vision of this book).