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

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All Stories

It’s not getting easier

It’s not getting easier

Mom, I miss you. It’s not getting easier. I’m lost. Alone. I need you. Love you forever

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Live each day

Live each day

Watching one of my best friends die last fall has changed me in so many ways. I want to live each day like it is my last…

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I assured you would come home

I assured you would come home

I didn’t know that the last visit would be the final one; I assured you would come home from the hospital, I’d make you tea, and chat… But instead I got a phone call. I still miss you, Grandma xo

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Your number is still my speed dial

Your number is still my speed dial

Dearest friend & brother, Mark — I couldn’t let you go Never got to say Godspeed Do you know now the impact you had on us all? The 5 am calls are missed — your number is still my speed dial #5 Our mantra “I’ll give you

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For you, I will carry on

For you, I will carry on

I miss you so much it hurts. Random moments of my day make me miss you, make me wish I could call or text you. But I can’t. I’ve learned to live with the dull ache of missing you. I’ve learned how to carry one, but I

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Others will come to meet you

Others will come to meet you

He said, “I don’t want to die.” He said, “I don’t know how. I wish someone would give me a map.” I had no map to give — only words I had read: “I believe that others will come to meet you and show you the way.

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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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