Sheila opted for a simple, private burial – much to the surprise of some friends and colleagues who had expected an opulent public funeral extravaganza. Sheila wanted her body buried “without fuss”. So we carried her coffin from the house, to a tune from our time in Jamaica in the 1960s, placed it in the back of a car, and drove to a woodland burial ground. We lowered the coffin into the ground, scattered it with sprigs of rosemary and camellia blossom from our lovely garden and read some of Sheila’s own poetry: “After the soaring, a peace like swans settling on the lake After the tumult and the roaring winds, Silence.”
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Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Sheila Kitzinger's Daughter Writes About Her Mother's "Good Death"
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