I read this book the summer going into my freshman year of AP English thinking it would be a wholesome book. My god was I wrong. This book broke me and put me together again. The books talks about a man going to visit his favorite professor and each week they just talk about life and boy did I wish I was sitting in a room with them listening to Morrie talk about his life. ( )

This wasn't bad, but I hated the format. The author's dialogue was without quotation marks 95% of the time and it was just confusing. Plus, this felt like it dragged on and had the same advice every book does. This did have a powerful message though.

I also think I would have gotten more out of this if I read it 5 or 10 years from now rather than for school. ( )

This wasn't bad, but I hated the format. The author's dialogue was without quotation marks 95% of the time and it was just confusing. Plus, this felt like it dragged on and had the same advice every book does. This did have a powerful message though.

I also think I would have gotten more out of this if I read it 5 or 10 years from now rather than for school. ( )

Tuesdays with Morrie: an old man, a young man, and life’s greatest lesson by Mitch Albom (1997) 192 pages.

I was about halfway through the book, page 80, the chapter called “The Fourth Tuesday: We Talk About Death”, when my mother died from throat cancer, at 9:20pm on November 27, 2022.

P. 15: when author’s uncle was doubled over in agony with pain from pancreatic cancer, and moaning, “Ahhhhh, God”, everyone averted their eyes. I find I do the same when my mom has her coughing spells. It was the most helpless the author has ever felt in his life. Me too!

Dying brings about humility. The thing Morrie dreaded the most was the fact that one day soon someone was going to have to wipe his ass, …”the ultimate sign of dependency”.

That day arrived for my mom only one day before she died. She refused to wear a diaper to bed and in the morning had peed and pooped in bed. She was too weak now to even make it out of bed with our help to the porta-potty next to her bed. Me and my sister cleaned her up, changed sheets, while giving her words of encouragement, “It’s alright, Momma! We got this!”…then put a diaper on her with no arguments.

The day had come. Hospice would be coming to give her bed baths three days a week. But, this never happened. Mom didn’t make it.

1. “The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in. We think we don’t deserve love, we think if we let it in we’ll become too soft.” (p. 52)

2. Give your time, love and your concern to others. And when you are in the presence of someone, listen. Give them your undivided attention.

The dying seem to naturally separate themselves from the outside world. My father did, and my mother did. They didn’t even want to look out their window that overlooks the bayou. Blinds closed. Small circle of family to visit on regular basis. Contemplating death. Afraid of the the actual passing…how will they suffer. Looking at past regrets. Praying God forgives them. Finally, looking forward to seeing their loved ones on the other side because this side has left them mentally and physically miserable and depleted.

Shirley Ann LeBlanc
(July 24, 1945 - November 27, 2022)

Ted Koppel’s interview with Morrie Schwartz on Nightline (2005):

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3M3QvKwRbjc ( )

I'm just going to say this one thing as a review because I currently can't stop crying. If you read this book and it doesn't change you in some way, you need to really do some reflection on your life.

A wonderful story that is a must read.
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