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I understood what I wanted to do

I understood what I wanted to do

When, on the last day of my medicine clerkship, I stayed for 2 hours after my shift to talk with a patient I’d grown to know, I understood what I wanted to do with my life.

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You were a young mother

You were a young mother

Dearest Beth! You were the most passionate loving nurse I have ever known. You were a young mother of 3 with great potential. I was sad that you beautiful life was short. I was to blessed to have had you in my life as a true friend!!

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You gave me the biggest gift

You gave me the biggest gift

I remember being so angry you were also dying – Mom just months ago and now you, Dad – how could you both leave me at such an early age. then I remember the kindness of the nurse – the doctors – the staff. And that is

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Home is always better

Home is always better

Dear Dad, I want to thank you for allowing us, your family, to care for you at what we didn’t understand then, was your end of life journey. We struggled watching you struggle to breathe and watching you retreat from us as you curled up in the

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You have space in my heart

You have space in my heart

I missed you very much. You went through lots of pain for so many years but still loved life. Never ready to leave. You have space in my heart, remember you in all the gathering. You are missed, your warm thought, you love, your humour. Hope you

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We all matter

We all matter

Some days, I feel like my contribution matters less because I’m not at the bedside – I work for hospice palliative care from afar – upon reflection, I’m realizing my job is to hold and share the stories of those holding the hands of their loved ones.

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You are at peace now

You are at peace now

To Heather: Your path of death was not perfect but I was there for you. I felt the Health Care system could have done more for you but I had to realize it was your journey. You are at peace now.

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Remember life is short

Remember life is short

Caring for my family was the hardest “job” I had at their end of life, but I am forever grateful for the privilege of being there and the opportunity to share life moments, memories, joyful, and sorrow. It wasn’t easy, but somehow we made it, and accomplished

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My Dad asked “Am I going to make it”

My Dad asked “Am I going to make it”

Speaking to my Dad about his dying never would have come has I not been employed at hospice. My Dad told me in our conversation “I am not afraid to die but I sure will miss life.” My Dad died in hospital under not so nice conditions.

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Looking for ways she could make a difference

Looking for ways she could make a difference

Leslie’s generosity of spirit through her last days … looking for ways she could still make a difference and be remembered. I will always remember her.

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