Dear Mom, Days like today bring you close to me. I’m still glad to be your daughter. Love and legacy never dies and in your dying, I again was gifted to witness your strength. You died with the dignity you wanted; clean underwear, your weekly bath, nurses
Read story →Gratitude
You held on for as long as you could
They said I didn’t need to keep coming to see you as often because you didn’t remember my visits – but they were wrong, you held on for as long as you could for me and in your last moments of life, your smile when I walked
Read story →Rainbows remind me of you
I miss you… you’ve been gone almost 10 years but I still miss you. I still want to call you or send you an email. I miss your smile and our talks. I regret not going to the hospital early that day & not seeing you one
Read story →He is remembered
My father died 2 years ago this month – at home – with a wonderful palliative care doctor. No better way. He is remembered!
Read story →I feel like a bit of an imposter
Thank you for sharing this space. I work in palliative care and have (fortunately) not yet lost anyone close to me yet. I feel like a bit of an imposter in my professional life. But I really appreciate the opportunity to learn from others as a way
Read story →I see your spirit
Mom; Oh to be able to call you again. I see your spirit in my sisters…your smile your color of hair…your eyes. I know you are still in my heart Thank you for your last “I’m proud of you & I love you” I’ll never forget how
Read story →I pause in this moment
To all that I have met, loved & nursed & lost. Some journeys have been challenging, some extremely loving, some humbling, some heart tugging, but one thing always comes to mind is they have been all rewarding & a gift to me. So I pause in this
Read story →A sacred journey
Living and dying is a sacred journey – to work with others on the journey is an honour – a path we all follow. Best done with others in love – in comparisons life in communication. Thank you Creator.
Read story →Loving arms & hearts
To me, sharing in the experience of a person’s death is like being at the birth only we are not the ones receiving this person into our world – we are lovingly sending them into the next to be received by other loving arms & hearts. I
Read story →Her hand held mine
You reminded me of my Grandmother, In more ways than you will ever know. As I stood at your bedside, your hand held mine. I watched you take your last breath. As you slipped into a deep sleep, Never to re-awaken. It brought me back to when
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