It’s believed that meeting someone at a funeral is a bad omen. But it was there that the paths of Louisa and Leon crossed. She is the daughter of a woman devoted to Freud’s ideas and raised in an Orthodox Jewish family in New York; he is a young psychotherapist just starting his practice. Their first date turns into mutual irritation, but the second—almost by chance—meeting changes everything. This is how the story of the Rosenberg family begins: sometimes comical, sometimes painfully, almost absurdly ridiculous, and so piercing that you can’t hold back tears.
For a long time, their lives seem to go well—until Louisa learns of the diagnosis: the very illness that slowly but inevitably took her mother. Then she decides to manage the time she has left herself. What drives her—self-sacrifice or selfishness? There is no clear answer: love can’t be measured, but it always proves stronger than death.