I just finished Rob Delaney’s new book which is about his 2 year old son Henry’s death from cancer. It’s very moving, and I especially loved the passage where he talks about “prescription-strength art” helping him and his wife cope. I also related to wishing that people could see that he was in grief just by looking at him. Grief is so personally huge yet outwardly invisible. I read this book in one sitting. Highly recommend.
