Release Date: 09.24.2016
Feisty Sophia never shies away from life. Playful, romantic, connected—her marriage was the thing of fairy tales. But when tragedy strikes, Sophia is left to pick up the pieces of her life.
After leaving the army, Jackson is ready to start afresh. But when he returns home, his life spirals out of control.As Sophia and Jackson find themselves in each other, they start to see redemption is possible.
Trying to piece together a new life, they must answer the question: Should they forge a life together and say goodbye to their pasts completely, or should they loyally go their separate ways to avoid heartache?
I love Lindsay Detwiler's books. I can't get enough of them and To Say Goodbye for me is her best work until now.
This is not an easy read,it's indeed a touching and emotional story about grief,love and hope.
The clever writing made the story so real that the reader cannot not to feel invested into Sophia and Jackson's journey.
Sophia and Jackson are two broken persons,they have lost their loved ones and the way to keep on living.
Fortunately they meet each other by chance and since that moment they help each other to survive,to overcome their self doubts and healing day after day.
She didn’t know if she would be able to cry today. She’d cried so many tears over the past few nights, she thought she might be empty. Then again, she also didn’t know if she’d make it through today standing. She wondered if—in fact, she hoped—she would fall to the ground, a heart attack panging in her chest from her grief. She wanted to lie in the gaping hole in the ground and bury herself beneath him.
She, quite simply, wanted to be dead too.
She could feel the gazes penetrating her, pitying her, gauging her reaction. She tried to look the prim and proper part of the solemn wife, flanked by her parents and in-laws, standing close to the casket. Inside though, something else was creeping in, something besides the skulking, downtrodden feelings.
Moments of rage began to infiltrate her, a silent warfare bubbling within.
How could this have happened to her? These sort of things didn’t happen to women like her. Sure, like everyone, she’d experienced tragedy before. Grief had grasped her with its suffocating grip several times in her adult life, but this was a completely new level. He wasn’t here this time. She couldn’t lean on his shoulder, feel him wrap his arms around her, have him drag her out of the pit of sadness. She’d never been through something like this without him. She’d never endured a shredded heart without him there to help piece it back together. She wasn’t equipped for an ordeal like this, wasn’t strong enough.