This is the picture book you reach for when a grandparent dies and you need to explain it to a four-year-old without falling apart yourself.
DePaola based it on his own childhood, and that authenticity shows. Tommy's relationship with his two grandmothers is specific and lived-in: eating candy, being tied gently to chairs so Nana Upstairs doesn't fall, counting to 100 together. When Nana Upstairs dies, Tommy's sadness is real but not overwhelming. His mother doesn't sugarcoat it, and the falling star moment—where Tommy decides it's a kiss from Nana—is just right: comforting without being saccharine.
It's not a fun read. It's a necessary one. The kind of book that sits on the shelf until you need it, then becomes invaluable. Some kids will ask for it again and again as they process; others will listen once and move on. Either way, it does its job with grace.






