My grandmother. It’s been just over a year since she passed away. I miss her deeply. She had a fire to her; strength and courage that I hope I can one day embody. You forget how deeply a single person can impact and reverberate through your life,
Read story →Importance of relationships
I regret not knowing you better
Not asking enough questions about your life. Not knowing you better. Not calling often enough. If I did I would have more (deeper) memories, it hurts me that I didn’t.
Read story →She asked if it was ok to accept death
When my grandmother on her dying journey asked if it was ok for her to accept death and stop fighting. A strong woman who had supported her family for her whole life accepting defeat. You never needed to ask you thought us to support each other the
Read story →You’re mens, mens, mens
The last time I visited my Nana in her assisted living home, where she had been for several years, slowly succumbing to Alzheimer’s. My brother, trying to reach her through the fog asked her if she recognized us. She stared long and hard at us, clutching our
Read story →You slowly released your tenacious grip on life
I arrived very early that morning, for my ‘shift’. Only two of us, your ‘chosen family’ tended and safe-guarded your palliative care. I knew it was your last day — I smelled flowers and there were none there. You were alone. You were anxious and frightened. You were
Read story →I got married in October when he started getting sick
My father pass away last August. He died of kidney cancer at the age of 75 years. I remember how hard was for us, my brothers and sisters ‘cause despite we are adults now we all were getting started with our new family. My brother was having
Read story →My Dad asked “Am I going to make it”
Speaking to my Dad about his dying never would have come has I not been employed at hospice. My Dad told me in our conversation “I am not afraid to die but I sure will miss life.” My Dad died in hospital under not so nice conditions.
Read story →Looking for ways she could make a difference
Leslie’s generosity of spirit through her last days … looking for ways she could still make a difference and be remembered. I will always remember her.
Read story →The power of your presence
The power of your presence and cannot fathom your absence.
Read story →Her death changed the way I look at living and dying
My wife’s death was the single most defining moment in my life. I was with her in the hospital at the moment she passed away and this changed how I look at living, and dying. In a society that keeps on putting off the discussion till it’s
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