Her pain, process, and power to find meaning in the darkest of experiences make this an important read. In this heartfelt memoir, Rob’s mother Ellyn bravely recounts her journey through her son’s sickness and death in a way that only someone who has birthed and buried one of their own can. Watching cancer take my buddy Rob felt like getting hit by a train in slow motion. Any one who has ever loved, can connect with this story. This is a beautiful story about a mothers love for her son.
She takes us through her life at her most vulnerable time and does not hold back. Ellyn is real, honest, and authentic about the loss of her son. It would have been such a comfort, and I can't recommend Grateful For The Color Blue highly enough. I wish this book had been there when I lost my sister to a brain tumor at age 34. Her experience dealing with the loss of her son to cancer when he was only in his early 30s is heartbreaking, but she has been willing to share with readers the depths of the roller coaster of emotions she endured in an incredibly touching and compelling style.
Spreen - Author Dakota Blues, Key Largo Blues, Middle-Aged CrazyĮveryone Who Has Lost Someone Dear Should Read This BookĮllyn Wolfe has captured the agony of losing a loved one with words that will touch you deeply. A lovely portrayal of the resiliency of the human spirit. This is the true value of any memoir, and Ellyn delivers, taking us through the unimaginable, sharing her journey, showing us how she survived, and thus offering a template. Struggling with heartache, she tries, and tries again, to reason with her life and arrive at new ways of seeing.
In Grateful, we see a thoughtful, sensitive woman relearning how to live in a world where grief will never leave, only recede. Beautifully written, her memories are as clear as if it were unfolding in the present. Ellyn Wolfe chronicles her life from her son Rob’s terrifying diagnosis through the present day. This may be the most authentic-feeling memoir I’ve ever read. We feel for the author’s collection of losses. ‘I’m fighting, I’m fighting’ unleashed whatever restraint this reader had with sadness and tears. Grief can pull humanity out of people, and I’m teary remembering this beautiful scene. The words ‘I love you’ rise from a dusty place and pulse with emotion. The author has the energy of someone who has a lot to say and holds tight to her edges in discerning where she goes with her memories.
Writer's Digest Magazine 5 rating - Outstanding
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