A review by gabsreadsbooks
Notes on Grief by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

5.0

“But later it is because I want to sit alone with my grief. I want to protect — hide? hide from? — these foreign sensations, this bewildering series of hills and valleys. There is a desperation to shrug off this burden, and then a competing longing to cosset it, to hold it close. Is it possible to be possessive of one's pain? I want to become known to it, I want it known to me.”

I am so grateful for authors like Chimamanda. Author who put their feelings and thoughts out into the world for people to connect with.

Grief. What was supposed to be a foreign feeling knocked on my door, uninvited, and came to stay. Grief doesn’t leave. Sometimes it grows, sometimes it subsides; so stubborn. Grief makes me feel pain, but it also makes me remember, how much I loved and how much I was loved. This book made me understand that.

Abuelita, aunque mi mente empiece a olvidar tu voz y tu rostro, te llevo cargando siempre.