This book is not for the faint of heart. It can be heartbreaking, gut wrenching, and bleak. 

At the same time, it is loving, faithful, soaring and inspiring.

A constant theme emerges – the fierce love of a mother for her son.  But the intensity of that love takes a toll.  After all, who is there to care for the caregiver?  A caregiver that experienced her own broken childhood, surrounded by rings of cigarette smoke and uncertainty?

Ultimately there is a search for faith and understanding, and the author is open to whatever form provides the answers she is desperately seeking, whether that be Christianity, Buddhism or even tarot cards.

Ultimately, unknowingly, the author has already reached the Nirvana she is seeking.  By loving her son unconditionally, that is enough.