I started flipping through this book as I waited for dinner to finish cooking...some of the photos in the center had drawn my attention. I couldn't stop. Where was this book when my Grandparents died? I wish I knew Roz personally. She could have helped me sort through my feelings as my fingers combed through the decades of things my Grandparents had accumulated (read: hoarded) in their overstuffed home. She described it all. Grime. It's a thing. Old jars of Vaseline? Yep. The seesaw of emotions. The guilt. The GUILT! Guess what...it's normal! I LOVE this book. It's like this woman got into my head and heart, found all of the mental afflictions hiding within, and turned them into a funny, sweet, and honest portrayal of bearing witness to old age and death in a world where it's simply not ok to talk about these things. An absolute must-read for everyone. I borrowed this copy from the library, but I may have to purchase one.