Learning to Live
I’ve started work on my new book, Learning to Live. It’s about me navigating the murky waters of grief. It starts the day after my wife died and continues to this day. It’s a personal story because grief is a personal story. But the hope in publishing is that by telling my tales, a struggling reader might find a thought or an idea that proves useful, provides relief, gives hope, and says, you’re not alone.
The work of publishing gives me a chance to dip my toes back into the collaborative world of work. And I enjoy that world, especially when I’m surrounded by talented, creative people. And I’ll talk more about those people later, because both of my collaborators have stories of their own and deserve to have a spotlight shown on them. On a personal level it helps that they too have touched the elephant so to speak and know something about grief as well.
I want to publish the book in May, the month of my late wife’s birthday. That seems fitting. It will be spring, and that seems fitting as well, because the story of death is almost always coupled with the story of birth or rebirth. As the title of the book suggests, that’s what I’ve been doing, being reborn, learning once again how to live. And as I mentioned, I hope my journey can be of help to someone following behind. Showing not so much the path, but the pitfalls and ways to cope.