I think Queenie was in the bed, but her body was a mere tiny shell of what Harold remembered her as. It was clear that her physical presence was rapidly shrinking away, and that's what I took from Harold's exclamation of "where is she?" as well. Like Harold’s book, Queenie’s can stand on its own as a warm, thoughtful tale. To this day, I'm still a little freaked out by how vastly different she looked from the last time I'd seen her in the hospital, about a week prior, to when I saw her in hospice on that day. The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy is told from Queenie’s perspective as she awaits Harold’s arrival. I looked at the bed where this tiny, shrunken body was lying, and did not recognize it as my grandmother at all. I was alone, and shown where her room was by a staff member, but there was nobody else in the room. When I read the book, that reminded me so much of when I went to see my maternal grandmother in hospice shortly before she passed. You had asked in that discussion what was meant when Harold Fry entered the room and couldn't see Queenie. I have a new found regard for those that work willingly in hospices. Since my thread title says there will be spoilers here, I'll just go ahead and say that I really like the way one reader described Sister Inconnu as Queenie's catalyst to forgive herself and to help usher her into the next life. The Love Song of Queenie Hennessy is a great, stand alone companion to The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. Sheilaaus, thanks so much for sharing about the Goodreads discussion.
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