My mom passed away over 20 years ago, I was only 15. And 3 months later I had to leave my country to migrate to Canada, therefore separating me from my siblings. I felt that I was not given any time to grieve, but also forced to
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I still miss her
Losing my grandmother was the first real impact that death had in my life. I still miss her and see her in bed. She was able to die at home the way she wanted-20 years ago.
Read story →It gives me long pause to think
When I think of how fast the years have passed- and are passing- and many moments, days, and sometimes years, I’ve wasted not saying things that need to be said and doing things that need to be done…It gives me long pause to think. And sometimes chills.
Read story →We cried together
I had the privilege of visiting a resident in hospice 1x per week for 6 weeks. I ended up getting a promotion and leaving the retirement residence. During the party for my last day this lovely ladies family managed to bring her to see me 1 last
Read story →The sooner I deal with death acceptance
My analysis of both family death and my own death has been traumatizing. The sooner I deal with death acceptance the less stressful my life will be as I age.
Read story →We are family
We are family All the world can see We are family Impacting the community All my sisters and brothers and me We are family
Read story →It empowered me
It was my honour and privilege to be able to support my father and honour my grandmother’s wishes. My father is not able to discuss dying but my grandmother and I often had open conversations about her wishes. It empowered me to hear her sense of control
Read story →He was my sense of security
I don’t think I could have ever been prepared for my father’s death. How could I when he was my sense of security and always gave me strength. I think watching him getting more frail as the time went by was the most difficult thing I ever
Read story →They were all mothers
I had 5 women I knew die within a year. They were all mothers, all in their 40’s. I was 45. It changed my life. I re-prioritized my life, declined a bigger more important job and focused on what was most important to me –my 3 children
Read story →To help them with the grieving process
I think people need compassion and empathy when someone close to them is dying. To help them with the grieving process and accept the loss that has/will happen in this life. Knowing they will miss that loved one, and to know what they feel is okay. It
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