Robert Louis Stevenson's " A Child's Garden of Verses" took me back to my own childhood days. I still have that book all tattered and worn. I could practically recite the lines from "Where Go the Boats?" along with him as he quoted them at his father's funeral.
My father passed away two years ago. You just never know how you will respond to the death of a family member. For me, I sort of went into a denial all the way to the end of the funeral. When he starts to cry and thinks "I wonder what one does when one can't speak and can't move and everybody's watching. Does it stay like this forever? For me, I wondered if I would feel numb forever...would I have cry? (I didn't until a year later.)
I couldn't believe they went all the way as to turn the oven on. Seemed so morbid to me. I don't think I could ever go that far.
I missed the first two chapters since I just joined the bookclub, but it seems to be interesting from what I read.