Yesterday I began a high school visit by saying “I wrote THE WAY BACK FROM BROKEN about the hardest, saddest thing that ever happened to me–the death of my daughter.”
After my talk, one student asked me about the insensitive things people say in the book. “Are they real or did you make them up?”
I told him about being at work after she died and how people would see me coming down the hall and turn around so they wouldn’t have to talk to me.
“That’s how terrifying I was,” I told him. “That’s how scary grief is.”
Afterwards, a young man came up to me and said, “I want to give you hug. If I had been in that hall, I never would have turned away.”
And he gave me a hug and I hugged him back and I managed not to cry. The kindness–such kindness–what grace.
And to those of you who didn’t turn away (you know who you are), I am so grateful to you. You saved my life.