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

Moments

Moments

The room was quiet

The room was quiet

Being with the dying is an absolute privilege and honour. I remember my first client death very well. I sat at the bedside of an elderly gentleman, while he was actively dying in hospital. His partner has stepped out to make funeral arrangements. The room was quiet.

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The care he needed to live at home

The care he needed to live at home

It was a joy to watch John live for the 4 years he had after diagnosis. Helping him organize his travels, the care he needed to live at home was important to all his friends. He talked openly about how he found a way to live with

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You held on for as long as you could

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

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My mom used to call my grandpa

My mom used to call my grandpa

I remember when my mom used to call my grandpa asking how my grandma [was] doing. going to see her every weekend, staying with her during weekends so that she don’t have to worry about me and my brothers. I don’t remember exactly what was my grandma’s

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Be faithful in your love

Be faithful in your love

Oh Heart! Be faithful in your love and passion Indeel, This journey is most rewarding with your Patience… <Haafez>

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I see her clear enough

I see her clear enough

I do not need pictures I see her clear enough Yarn twisted in her fingers Her knitted inside of us….

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Hope and despair, joy and sorrow

Hope and despair, joy and sorrow

He died in my arms, and that is how I learned about death, about life and about caring for others at the end of life. Now, I am palliative myself – not dying, not now. I’m in that in between space, where you would never peg me

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I went in bush alone and I cried

I went in bush alone and I cried

I asked my Dad why he didn’t cry when Grandpa passed. He responded, “I went in bush alone and I cried.”

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I see your spirit

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

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Just be my friend

Just be my friend

When my Kokum was beginning her journey from the hospital, she told her doctor, “No more medicine, just be my friend, you’re my friend.” Her longtime friend teared up, sat down beside her and held her hand.

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