Creating space to pause, reflect and share experiences with dying and death

Moments

Moments

The toughest thing to see is a mother walking away

The toughest thing to see is a mother walking away

The worst decision a parent is asked to make is when to pull the plug on their 7 year old fighting brain cancer. The toughest thing to see is a mother walking away from the hospital after her only son passes away!

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You opened your heart

You opened your heart

To a sister, You shared your fears You opened your heart You showed great sadness You trusted me with your heart I continue to be grateful for your love, I miss you always & carry you in my heart each moment.

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Regret… it found me anyways

Regret… it found me anyways

I was not prepared for my mom’s diagnosis. I was not prepared for her to die. The 5 1/2 months of her illness felt unreal and its only now…4 1/2 years later… that I can see how I did not and could not internalize that she was

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She was always there for us

She was always there for us

I miss you mom, all the time! When my mom passed away, all 6 of her 7 children were at her bedside. It was one of the hardest things that I have ever done, but I wouldn’t have ever missed being there. It felt like we could

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Thank you my love

Thank you my love

To My Beautiful Girl, Without taking a breath, your beauty, love and spirit has made this world more beautiful. You have unleashed a capacity to love and cherish amongst so many people. Thank you my love. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for allowing me to

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I adored visiting you both

I adored visiting you both

I visited you both in Long Term Care because I wanted to …not because I had to. I adored visiting you both. When dad was gone then I visited just mum…suffering from Alzheimer’s but always her beautiful, calm self. Miss you both.  

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His children were not told

His children were not told

Is of my father, who died at the insanely young age of 39. I was 9, and couldn’t understand what happened. He had a heart attack, and was in the hospital dying, for days, but we, his children, were not told our father was about to die.

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Her final breaths

Her final breaths

I remember her gasping for air, a little voice in my head to check her blood O2, me rushing to notify the family in the middle of the night, the slowing of gasping, her final breaths as we all stood around her bed… Art Gallery of Burlington

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An early morning in spring

An early morning in spring

My father died on a Monday. An early morning in spring- just as the day began, just as people were busy scurrying. I think about how many babies were born at that exact moment. How many of them had his curly black hair and dark coffee skin

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Remembering the lucid, visible moments

Remembering the lucid, visible moments

Made me think of losing parts of my mother to dementia but remembering the lucid, visible, wholesome moments when she was bright and connected with me. Thank you,

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