A Mighty Boy

A Mother's Journey Through Grief

De: Sarah Pullen

Narrado por: Antonia Beamish

Duración: 10 h y 24 m

Resumen del Editor

What would you do if a stranger told you your son was going to die?

Silas is 10 years old when the headaches start. When the diagnosis arrives, his parents are told they have until Christmas...maybe. And so begins Sarah Pullen's battle to save her son, against doubting doctors and insurmountable odds. This story about love and loss traces her family's journey from that first day at the hospital, battling a tumour they named Bob, through Silas' death and beyond.

This profoundly moving and honest account shows that it is possible to find the strength for a journey that no mother should ever go on; that it is possible to find a new way to live, even when death is knocking on the door. It is about confronting grief - raw, ugly, incomprehensible grief. It is a book about wrapping a small boy in love but still letting him get grubby knees. It is about learning to savour every moment of the here and now, yet also learning to let go.

At its heart, A Mighty Boy is a story of the love between a mother and a son. It is a book about seizing the moment and somehow managing to survive the death of a child. But most of all it is a book about a small, mighty, smiling boy.

©2017 Sarah Pullen (P)2017 Audible, Ltd

This is 100% reality

I had to sit with my feelings after listening to this book because I experienced much the same story with my son, who also passed away.
This story is real, and raw. There is nothing fluffy about it.
I bought this book because I so badly needed to hear about the experience I had with what happens after the child suffers and dies. It validated all that I felt when I was trying to muddle through life with children who still needed me. And who were also in great pain.
I needed to hear that I wasn't the only one who heard the 'blanket' statements and fumbling words of the well-meaning. That I expected much more than they were capable of saying or doing after my son died instead of having the courage to appreciate that they were doing the best they could do with no knowledge of how to help. How to comfort me when I could not be comforted. All of those things that happen afterward. I am so relieved now, and strangely-comforted.
I can't even find the proper words to convey my thanks and appreciation for this story. (I'm obviously not capable of knowing the right words as I have no knowledge on the 'right' words without sounding like a 'blanket' statement). I forgive myself for that. (Smile)