Missing May is the story of Summer, who has lived with her Aunt May and Uncle Ob since she was six after she was orphaned and nobody else wanted her. Now twelve years old, Summer and Uncle Ob must learn how to deal with the recent death of Aunt May. Without Aunt May, Uncle Ob is rapidly going downhill and Summer must learn how to take care of them both. But when Uncle Ob feels that May’s spirit is still all around, Cletus Underwood, a boy from school, tells them of a women who can contact the dead. Hoping that they will be able to find peace in her death and find the will to go on, they set off together to contact May.
I absolutely loved Summer’s voice. One of my favorite quotes from Missing May was:
May was gardening when she died. That’s the word she always used: gardening. Everybody else in Fayette County would say they were going out to work in the garden, and that’s the picture you’d get in your mind – people out there laboring and sweating and grunting in the dirt. But Aunt May gardened, and when she said it your mind would see some lovely person in a yellow-flowered hat snipping soft pink roses, little robins landing on her shoulders.
I loved that one because I absolutely LOVE to garden. Another quote:
May was the best person I ever knew. Even better than Ob. She was a big barrel of nothing but love, and while Ob and me were off in our dreamy heads, May was here in this trailer seeing to it there was a good home for us when we were ready to land. She understood people and she let them be whatever way they needed to be. She had faith in every single person she ever met, and this never failed her, for nobody ever disappointed May. Seems people knew she saw the very best of them and they’d turn that side to her to give her a better look.
. . . We had May to brag on us both. And we felt strong.
But we’re not strong anymore. And I think Ob’s going to die, truly die, if I can’t figure a way to mend his sorry broken heart. And if Ob does go, goes off to be with May, then it’ll be just me and the whirligigs left. And all of us still as night, praying for wings, real wings, so we can fly away.
A story of grief and healing, I highly recommend this one.