Alison dies leaving her husband, two young children, an estranged mother and her best friend to sort out their lives, but she never truly leaves.
This is based on a thought that has been with me since I was a teenager and that I’ve never resolved and never will – what happens after we die? I lost friends when I was a teenager and again in my twenties. I don’t claim to be unusual in that respect.
Many people wonder about an afterlife, some claim to know, or at least believe. I have no idea, no deeply held beliefs and only a few playful theories.
This novel is about the natural sadness of losing someone, their utter surprise that they are still around, happiness that does sometimes return after a loss and the fact that we can’t communicate with the dead, or they with us – or can they?