I don’t feel like I have dealt with death a lot on a theoretical level I feel like we should be able to talk about death but in practice not so much. My dad specifically has lost and been in need of talking, I don’t know how
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I visited you both in Long Term Care because I wanted to …not because I had to. I adored visiting you both. When dad was gone then I visited just mum…suffering from Alzheimer’s but always her beautiful, calm self. Miss you both.
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Is of my father, who died at the insanely young age of 39. I was 9, and couldn’t understand what happened. He had a heart attack, and was in the hospital dying, for days, but we, his children, were not told our father was about to die.
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I remember her gasping for air, a little voice in my head to check her blood O2, me rushing to notify the family in the middle of the night, the slowing of gasping, her final breaths as we all stood around her bed… Art Gallery of Burlington
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I will always remember my father’s death. It was a painful ending to a noble life. His life had its share of difficult times. His death was hard too at the end. But he stayed as long as he could for us. Love you.
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If death means being reincarnated into a free and INDEPENDANT Tibet then why not welcome it. Free Tibet!
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When Ollie died I realized how I had come to love her – quietly, gently, bit by bit- day after quiet day.
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We hadn’t spoken for a long time before the last time, then I found out that you had passed away. You taught me that the connections made can be as strong as one of family. I’m now writing this with chosen family of my own. I miss
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My mom and dad always phoned me at inconvenient times. I was always so busy with my life. Now they’re gone I often think: “Oh I should tell them this”…or…”Now would be a perfect afternoon to call them.” But it’s too late. So many things I didn’t
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