There were two chapters in this book that I enjoyed, "The Lesson of Understanding" and "The Lesson of Belonging". I could have done without the rest of it, I think. Ideologically, it's a one-size-fits-all sort of book, and that's not always very helpful.
I did appreciate the author's premise: to write letters to departed children (or young adults) with whom he worked during their terminal illnesses. His job was to meet them where they were, spiritually speaking.
Books that meet me where I am spiritually seem to be the most helpful, so this one was too generic to really mean much to me.