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I'm afraid to read that book. I think I'd cry for four days.


No, Michelle. Five, probably.


I sent this book to my dear friend Travis's mom after he committed suicide. Not having words of my own I found that Nicholas Wolterstorff said it better than I ever could. I find that loss is a universal language that allows us to speak into each others wounds.

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