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

All Stories

All Stories

You needed to know how much you were loved

You needed to know how much you were loved

Rhonda-Lee How grateful I am for our friendship! I was blessed to share your last days and I believe we needed each other equally. You needed to know how much you were loved and I needed to show you! I love you

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I was too shallow to know you were afraid

I was too shallow to know you were afraid

… that I was not being there as much as I should have; not noticing that something was wrong, a long time ago, and you tried to tell me; for being too young to know that I could have engaged in your healing; too ignorant to know

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The door pushed open

The door pushed open

My dog, Poet, was deaf for the last year of her life. On the day she died, a stroke, unexpected, at the vet, I hurried to her side. I was terrified. The vet said, “call her name.” I shook my head. Then I called, “Poet! Poet! I

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Live more deeply

Live more deeply

Having seen the “tunnel of light” and brought back to life. I fear death on more. But also live more deeply, fully and mindfully.

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When my mind goes, I’m out of here

When my mind goes, I’m out of here

As my dad, given less than 6 months and had lived 5 years. He lay in bed his last 6 weeks. A time of words and opportunities. Heart said and felt. Love shared doing normal things. When he said “I am lucky but when my mind goes,

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If only you knew what I know dear reader

If only you knew what I know dear reader

I knew you were there. I knew you were holding my hand. I am so very proud of you. Your girls are so like you! Happy, curious, full of laughs. I would do it all again. I love you. These are the words I hear. If only

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I promise not to let that happen

I promise not to let that happen

Yesterday my first grandson was born to my father’s first grandson, a father who had but 7 months to know his first grandson before passing. My son, my first and his brothers never had a grandfather despite several relationships. I promise not to let that happen!

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The threads that weave us together

The threads that weave us together

I was 42, hadn’t talked to my uncle in years. I did not know he was dying… I found myself one night at sunset, walking the beaches we’d visit with him when we were kids, watching the sunset and reading poetry on death and dying. Woke up

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I flew back and forth every month

I flew back and forth every month

I remember asking you to move to my home so I could take care of you. You did not wish to, so I flew back and forth every month to be with you. I flew back for your 50th birthday and left New Year’s Day. You died

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Weren’t we lucky

Weren’t we lucky

Hey Dad — Weren’t we lucky to be together when you drew your last, laboured breath? I am eternally grateful for all that you did for me; for all that we shared; and for all of the memories I will cherish — until I take my last,

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