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

All Stories

All Stories

The how is long forgotten

The how is long forgotten

It is long time since my parents passed. By now, the “how” is long forgotten, although it was painful at the time. But I thank them every day for the gifts of generosity, caring and that magical ability to look beyond themselves. They were both active in

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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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She was very sick

She was very sick

 The worst part of my mother dying when I was five years old was the silence- not being able to ask what happened and not having adults in my life talk about what happened. She was very sick and she died. Why was that so hard to

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Our connections to our loved ones are eternal

Our connections to our loved ones are eternal

I find myself hesitant to leave this room. I have read every note and while there are lessons, regrets and loss in some, this room is overflowing with love. It is timeless and transcends our earthly bodies and minds. Our connections to our loved ones are eternal.

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No mom…I just ate

No mom…I just ate

My mom used to say, “are you hungry Christina?” I’d say, “no mom…I just ate.” She’d say “I’ll put out a few things for us to eat.” After eating the whole plate of food, I’d be full and content. My mom would say “if you bring food…they

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My father died on a Monday

My father died on a Monday

My father died on a Monday. A late in the  

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Miss you all

Miss you all

Dear Maurice, Daniel, Ginny, Mum, Dad… Miss you all.  

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Ken always came for breakfast

Ken always came for breakfast

I was twelve- Ken always came for breakfast but he didn’t show up. I went up to his room to see if he was OK. He wasn’t. He had shot himself through the head. His false teeth were in a glass. Pictures of the liberation of Aushwitz

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Its just a phase

Its just a phase

Life is to be celebrated. Lived. Loved. And death not to be feared. It’s just a phase, changing into a new form to bring to life new adventures, the next phase of learning, of soulful growth. This perspective brings new joy and celebration to our lives-and deaths.

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It was my ego

It was my ego

For all those who have passed away sorry for my childish tears! Now that I’m an adult I realise it was my Ego who couldn’t accept that I will never see you again. Rest in peace. You and the past.  

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