When his daughter, Amy—a gifted doctor, mother, and wife—collapsed and died from an asymptomatic heart condition, Roger Rosenblatt and his wife, Ginny, left their home on the South Shore of Long Island to move in with their son-in-law, Harris, and their three young grandchildren.
With the wit, heart, precision, and depth of understanding that has characterized his work, Roger Rosenblatt peels back the layers on this most personal of losses to create both a tribute to his late daughter and a testament to familial love. The day Amy died, Harris told Ginny and Roger, “It’s impossible.” Rosenblatt’s story tells how a family makes the possible out of the impossible.
©2010 Roger Rosenblatt (P)2010 Blackstone Audio, Inc.
“A painfully beautiful memoir telling how grandparents are made over into parents, how people die out of order, how time goes backwards. Written with such restraint as to be both heartbreaking and instructive.” (E. L. Doctorow)
“[A] beautiful account of human loss, measured by the steady effort to fill in the void.” (Publishers Weekly, starred review)
"[A]n exquisite, reserved little memoir…." (National Public Radio)
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Yes, this is a sad story, but it is so lovingly told by Rosenblatt that it's worth the listen. The author handles the heavy topics of death and grief gracefully, weaving daily household tasks into this memoir of survival in the face of a family tragedy. I may be a bit partial to this story because I can relate to it more than I'd like, but found this tribute to Rosenblatt's daughter and her children very moving.
Very good read but the end was abrupt. I wish the author could have finished the ending of this true, sad story, without such abruptness.
Roger Rosenblatt's record of his family's pain and strength after his daughter's sudden death is full of wisdom. It's a good reminder of what matters, and a beautiful story of a family moving on well (because it's the only good choice they have before them), while cherishing stories and memories.
Nice prose. Personal dedication. A paean to a suddenly deceased daughter. Anger transfigured into grand-parental caring and self-sacrifice and poorly submerged anger with fate and God and justice.
A touching, if over-long tribute.
Death is a part of life. We all die. Sorry it had to happen to someone close to you. I simply could not finish the audio. It was too depressing and was not going to be resolved by the end (in my estimation).
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