There is another popular play about the death of a child that has never felt real to me; it feels like a journalist has gathered facts and was unable to imbue them with any sense of truth about this specific grief. This play has done what that one could not; it is full of painful and heartbreaking truth, exquisitely expressed (Emily's monologue is PERFECT) and, in the end, like a Pandora's box of grief, a tiny shred of hope emerges.
There is another popular play about the death of a child that has never felt real to me; it feels like a journalist has gathered facts and was unable to imbue them with any sense of truth about this specific grief. This play has done what that one could not; it is full of painful and heartbreaking truth, exquisitely expressed (Emily's monologue is PERFECT) and, in the end, like a Pandora's box of grief, a tiny shred of hope emerges.