I’d like to share a couple of excerpts from the book I just read, “The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing” by Melissa Bank (thanks Er), because a large chunk of the story is all too familiar. The main character’s father dies after a long and painful battle with leukemia and some of the things Melissa Bank writes about it are so exactly how I feel/felt that as I was reading I began to think I must have been her in another life.
Soon after her father dies Jane is out to lunch with her boss, who commiserates with Jane because her father also died when she was in her 20s. The boss says, “We are all children until our fathers die.”
Then after her father’s funeral, Jane’s boyfriend asks her to move in with him. Her reaction: I was about to say, I can’t make a big decision right now—I can barely trust myself to decide what earrings to wear. (And a few sentences later…) My father was gone. I felt I couldn’t lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I’d lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.