A review by seraphiina
The Wake by Neil Gaiman

4.0

In a sense, I believe that this volume of Sandman and my review of it has been influenced not only by what I saw, but how it made me feel. What it made me think about.
In the same sense that my life has been filling me with grief for the last two months, in which my daily life has been interrupted by death, funerals and sorrow, in the same way this volume became the catharsis of my own grief. Not only saying goodbye to Morpheus, but to the universe of Sandman that has kept me entertained for the last few months.
While some of the latter entries' were somewhat clumsy in its execution, it still served me the psychological purpose of how to say goodbye.. or not to say goodbye, in the first place. That nothing truly ends, only changes.
So thank you, for making me the wiser and thank you, for making me feel less alone with all the unforgiving facets that grief brings about. The anger, the despair, the relief as a writer that you have finally seen one of life's biggest mysteries - how loss feels.
For my unofficial therapy hour/art appreciation, I am very grateful for having read the Sandman. It has made me much wiser.