On death and dying, by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

It’s been more than a year since I borrowed this book from my mother and haven’t read it until now, when I accidentally found it while reorganising the bookshelf.

I read it in few days since it’s brief and easy. But it’s sticky. One of those books that stay with you, resonate with you. Comes to stay, doesn’t leave you, a bugger…

on death and dying Continue reading “On death and dying, by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross”