Quite a lovely grief memoir. The fragmented moments are rendered in ways that speak well to the nature of grief as raw and meandering and as beautiful as it can be ugly. There are some particularly wonderful turns of phrase, throughout. 
 More than once, Green asks her husband's memory if her life, in mourning, is what he imagines as a better existence for her and to see the rage of these questions and to see how much she clearly and genuinely misses him is deeply affecting. 
 I wondered about the ending but it may also be fitting given that there is no neat or appropriate ending to grief.