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

All Stories

All Stories

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 am sorry

I am sorry

To my aunt and godmother who was a shining light in my life, I am sorry to not have found a hospice program or house for you in your last days-w all though you’d be with us much longer.

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An attentive, caring, empathetic physician

An attentive, caring, empathetic physician

My dear Aunt Shai was an attentive, caring, empahtetic physician who gave all of herself to help others. Losing her second son Lawson at the age of two had made her even more special in my and other eyes. While I watched my Aunt pass with colon

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I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry I’m not with you right now I love you

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Love and miss you both

Love and miss you both

Hi Mom and Dad This is a great opportunity for me to say I have no regrets when you both gave your last breath as I stood by your bedside. I said “I love you” & that stays with me forever. I say those 3 words to

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I sit in the dark and wait

I sit in the dark and wait

I am a visitor in Grief’s house. My path brought me here and I’ve slipped through the open door But I find no place to rest here I sit in the dark and wait as I listen for a voice That will never be heard again I

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December is a hard month

December is a hard month

I have lost 4 family members in less than 10 years – 2 sisters with breast to bone – both in the same month/yr. December is a hard month. 3 deaths not present for due to time & distance and one death – my Dad’s with no pain

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I feel like a bit of an imposter

I feel like a bit of an imposter

Thank you for sharing this space. I work in palliative care and have (fortunately) not yet lost anyone close to me yet. I feel like a bit of an imposter in my professional life. But I really appreciate the opportunity to learn from others as a way

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A respect for cultural implications

A respect for cultural implications

Our agency is very supportive in encouraging our individuals to have the option to die in their own homes. I have had the opportunity to be a part of several of these experiences. One in particular stands out because the mother following the death of her daughter

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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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