I picked up this book (partly because of its beautiful cover I admit) because I read Holloway's Doubts and Loves some year's back. I found him a writer of profound compassion, with an ever-questioning mind and much wisdom. He has journeyed from Christian fundamentalism, through the Church as Establishment, to the age of 84 as " a doubting priest" who writes and broadcasts. I've been dealing with deaths of family and friends and knew I needed this book. He writes from a Christian perspective but he is steeped in knowledge of many religions as well as science and his beloved literature. Again and again he turns to quoting poets to describe the human condition. To put it simply this short book is about us "denying" death because we have lost the rituals surrounding it that religion gave us. But more than that it is a book about how to live at peace with ourselves, and how we can do that at the very end of our lives. in so doing we help ourselves and those around us. He believes that we are resurrected through remembrance in the hearts and minds of those who know and love us, and writes much about the various ways we can create remembrance. It is not a sad book, it does not depress the spirit; it gives out hope and love. When Holloway himself dies, the world will lose an extraordinary mind. But he will live on in the grace and wisdom of his beautiful writings.