Unlike a few reviews I've read, about how Indira missed an opportunity to delve deep into the Why her sister chose to take her life and the mental illness that steered her that way.
I liked the slow, steady, walk back to life, she herself needed to take. I recently lost my brother, not to suicide but very suddenly, and this beautiful book has helped me, to take time for myself, to explore new things, to lean on those I love, and those who loved my brother, when I need it.
The childhood stories are not a cop out, but a way of remembering the bonds that bind us. I too am doing the same, remembering the fun times, the silly stories, the younger man he was.
I'm pretty sure Ms Naidoo won't read this, but as one sibling who loved her big brother, as much as you loved your little sister. Thank you, for sharing your journey and helping me to find a little more peace.