|A snap of the book cover.|
The gist of the book is a memoir of sorts written by Kate who is the final stages of incurable cancer. She is the mother of two young, twin boys, and she is using the words enclosed in the book to tell them about her life and the acceptance of her pending death. It’s written over a series of ten chapters, and shares a very raw, but beautiful perspective on life, death, and the love a mother has for her two boys.
I opted to start this leading up to Death Day and I’m really thankful that I did.
The book itself, is easy to read. There is a real honesty about it, checkered with moments of sadness, humour, and just plain ‘ol good storytelling! Kate looks at various aspects of her life, and considers how things could have been if the unfortunate were not taking place. In a heartbreaking sort of way, I found the whole book to be quite refreshing. In some moments wishing my own mother had had enough time (or known for that matter) to piece together something similar1 for us.
And, while there were many parts of this book that spoke to me2, the following quote is the one that really triggered something:
“But amongst the discarded toys is what once made us happy, those passions and talents we indulged as children but which have since been put aside. So it turns out you aren’t a chart-topping pop star, or a prize-winning artist. Making model aeroplanes doesn’t pay the mortgage. You are better suited to a Saturday morning run around the park than the Olympics. Who cares? We don’t have to excel at something for it to matter, to make it a part of who we are. Something doesn’t have to be functional to be important.”
Perhaps on my own path to self-fulfilment and overcoming grief, this just clicked. So many of the things I used to love doing as a child and into my teen years are no longer a part of my life. In fact, I think writing, sleeping and eating are really the only things I’ve managed to keep hold of – and even those I don’t really do right! But that’s not really the point, I suppose. No, I think it’s more about the things I have given up for one reason or another, such as singing, riding a bicycle, or just being outdoors and playing3. Somewhere along the way I lost that drive or passion, and it makes me sad. I’m not sure when that took place, or if I even want to reignite those talents and pastimes, but thought it worthwhile to reflect.
It’s funny, in a way, how much of what has been taking place in the last few weeks is almost a cyclical reflection. First Mother’s and Death Day, then the incident in Manchester, the beginning of my first (and most likely only Ramadan), and now the completion of this book. It’s amazing how much of my present life is interlinked with my past one. How, despite the changes and concerted efforts to become a healthier, happier, more positive person, I’m still somewhat running from the very things I have been for most of my life. How when I first lost my Mom I wanted to act on crazy – foolish, even – impulses, but circumstances didn’t permit4.
Over the years, I lost my passion and love of music because of an embedded fear of failure, of not being the right fit, or having the right look. But magically upon her death I just wanted to life…fearlessly. And for the most part I do. I make myself do bold, adventurous things. But just as she states throughout the pages of her book, it’s not always possible. It’s hard to live every minute of every day – especially if you’re not wired to function that way.
So maybe my take away from the words found within these 234 pages, is that it’s okay to nit have it all together and figured out, so long as you live when the moments come. Either way, I would highly recommend giving this book a read if you’ve lost someone, or are about to be lost yourself.
-the Orange Canadian
1Although I suppose we could say she did given by the number of ridiculous or silly recipes she left behind for us!
2Another powerful part of this book is the Postscript at the very end. It is written by Kate’s mother after she has passed. It’s beautiful and inspiring, while also heartbreaking.
3Which in this case is more about social acceptance of a grown woman playing Power Rangers with the neighbourhood kids, I supposed!
4In most cases thankfully!!