Missing May is one of those books that lingers in your heart long after you turn the last page. May, the beloved aunt of the protagonist Summer, passes away early in the story, leaving Summer and her Uncle Ob in a haze of grief. The novel beautifully captures how they navigate loss—how emptiness can feel as heavy as a physical presence. May’s death isn’t just a plot point; it’s the quiet storm that shapes every moment afterward. Summer and Ob try to reconnect with her spirit, even traveling to find a medium who might bridge the gap between the living and the dead. It’s raw, tender, and achingly real—especially when Ob’s grief nearly consumes him, and Summer has to step up in ways she never expected. The way Cynthia Rylant writes about mourning isn’t dramatic or exaggerated; it’s in the small things, like how May’s absence makes the house feel too big or how her garden grows wild without her. By the end, there’s no magical fix, just the slow, imperfect process of healing. It’s a kids’ book, but it treats grief with a respect that even adults rarely see.
What struck me most was how May’s love stays alive in their memories. The story doesn’t shy away from pain, but it also shows how love outlasts death—like when Summer finds comfort in remembering May’s quirky habits or the way she laughed. It’s bittersweet, but that’s what makes it so powerful. The book doesn’t tie things up neatly; instead, it leaves you with this quiet hope that grief isn’t about moving on but learning to carry someone with you differently.