Oh, wow. My 89 year old father’s death earlier in the year exposed so many, many raw things in my head and in my heart. This beautifully straightforward book by Judith Leif is helping me sort it all out. It would be easy to remember his death journey as utterly dysfunctional and filled with systems and family breakdown, but she reassures me all that crazy chaos was …. normal. Alcoholism had a major starring role in that mess. She doesn’t address this particular dysfunction directly, and I do still have many questions. But, her ideas are so real and true and human I can still see I did the very best I could. It was enough.
Did I make mistakes? Sure, I did. But also, I showed up, again and again, albeit unwillingly. Reading this in the aftermath, dreading what comes next, I’m gaining some insight I need as a living person who will face many more deaths, my mothers (the primary drinker) and, ahem, my own, included. I will return to this manual, I know for the strength and clarity I need to be a helper, have some dignity and not lose my own truth among the dying.