I can only imagine the peace that writing the book brought to her. I always think about expression in the form of art. And for it to produce such a hauntingly beautiful story is so bittersweet. It was a very hard thing to go through as a child. I’m sure I didn’t quite understand the impact it had on me in the moment but as the years go by whenever the story is mentioned I get some spooky chills as I recall the moment I realized she was gone and then I start to think about how much I relate to Jesse in the following days after it happened. It’s a lot of emotions going through me.