“To love someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love in everything new, you wonder every morning that this is one’s own, as if they are afraid that someone will suddenly come tumbling through the door and say that there has been a serious mistake and that it simply was not meant to would live so fine. But as the years go by, the facade worn, the wood cracks here and there, and you start to love this house not so much for all the ways it is perfect in that for all the ways it is not. You become familiar with all its nooks and crannies. How to avoid that the key gets stuck in the lock if it is cold outside. Which floorboards have some give when you step on them, and exactly how to open the doors for them not to creak. That’s it, all the little secrets that make it your home. ” – A Man Called Ove
I don’t often use this platform to make recommendations, but when I do, it’s because something about it resonated with a part of my humanity.
What would you do if all the color drained from your world? Can you rebuild after your whole life comes tumbling down? Ove doesn’t know. And he doesn’t care to stick around to find out. From the basic disruption of daily routine, to not wanting to forget the sound of a loved one’s laugh… Death changes everything.
A Man Called Ove gives such a raw, honest perspective of life post-loss. For readability, relatablilty and general impact, I recommend you read this book.