“The Collected Regrets of Clover” by Mikki Brammer

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“Grief, I'd come to realize was like dust. When you're in the thick of a dust storm, you're completely disoriented by the onslaught, struggling to see or breathe. But as the force recedes, and you slowly find your bearing and see a path forward, the dust begins to settle into the crevices. And it will never disappear completely- as the years pass, you'll find it in unexpected places at unexpected moments.”
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Clover, is a death doula. She has taken on the charge of being the guiding agent to those who are preparing for the end. They tell her their confessions, their advice, and most tragically, their regrets. Even though she’s imbued with the lessons and learnings of those she serves, somehow, she can’t really make sense of her own life.
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I really enjoyed this one. The portrayal of Clover’s social anxiety and almost agoraphobic behavior after personal tragedy felt true to some people’s struggle with grief in a way that isn’t often depicted in media. Cause in reality, Grief can linger and hinder for years under the right circumstances. I know I still cry if I think about my Grandmother too long. That pesky dust…

I cried through the last 30 or so pages.
Worth a read, even if only for the legitimate advice tucked within it.
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“The secret to a beautiful death is living a beautiful life”