I lost my dad at age eight, so I was intrigued by what I might learn from the experiences of motherless daughters. This book is full of raw, honest voices from women who lost their mothers, and the weight of that grief comes through on every page. I found myself needing to put it down often just to process.
One thing that really stood out to me was how often fathers showed up in these stories—not as sources of strength, but as another kind of loss. Many seemed unable to step into the role their daughters needed after their mothers died, which added another layer of pain.
I also found myself wishing there had been more hope woven throughout. A few contributors wrote from a place of faith, and those moments offered comfort and perspective. But those voices were rare, and overall the book left me with a heavier heart than I expected.
Still, I think this book is incredibly important for anyone who has gone through the loss of a parent. It may not lift you up, but it will remind you that you’re not alone in your grief.