death of a child

Once More We Saw Stars is a story no one wants to tell, one of a two-year-old daughter’s death and how her parents try to move in the world after their world—their daughter—has died. While it is, in the end, hopeful and filled with love, the journey this book takes the reader on is one of genuine, visceral loss: there’s anguish, anger, fighting, and desperation.

This story is painful, to say the least, and it’s not something I can comment on. As Greene writes in the part about going to grief counseling: no one else gets it. No one else can. I can read his story and weep for his loss and feel

At 18, Andi Alpers has lost her will to live. Her brother Truman has died, her father has deserted the family and is putting her mother in a mental hospital. In Paris, where her father is working on a project on King Louis-Charles, Andi vows to make their three-week visit a misery. But when she finds a journal that might hold the missing key to Louis-Charles history, she completely forgets about everything, including her senior thesis, and focuses instead on solving the mystery of his death.

Rewind to the 18th century, where King Louis-Charles is imprisoned after his father and mother - Louis

Bill Parrish and his wife are trying to come to terms with the death of their 11-year-old son, Nathaniel. Bill agrees to coach a Little League team and hopes to exorcise his grief by surrounding himself with boys and girls who were his son’s friends. A mysterious boy joins the team, however, and Bill is disturbed by his similarity to his child. Lucky is mute, doesn’t go to school as far as anyone can tell, and is evasive about where he lives and who his parents are. Bill and his wife Harper, are drawn to the boy, as well as repelled by him. One of his early books, this Bohjalian offering