Reading for Comfort during Bereavement

I have written here before that books, among all their many other functions and joys, provide comfort. This past year, since the death of my beloved husband of decades, I have experienced this as never before. I mourn that he wasn’t allowed more time in life, and I grieve and miss him beyond measure. I have received great comfort from the memories of our time together, as well as from loving and supportive family members and friends. I have also received much comfort from one of the most continuous and sustaining elements in my life: reading. Books have been an ever-present, ever-loved part of my life since early childhood. Their companionship has been consistent and dependable, and they have not let me down during this difficult, sad time in my life. I have found myself reading more than ever this year. Sometimes I read about situations close to mine; sometimes I read for distraction; mainly I read to lose myself in the infinite joys and rewards of good books. All of these purposes lead to comfort, for which I am now particularly grateful.