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Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Thinking About Having a ‘Green’ Funeral? Here’s What to Know - The New York Times
... The Green Burial Council’s website has information, a list of providers and additional resources for people interested in green burial. The Order of the Good Death, a collective of funeral professionals, academics and artists, has an informative page about green burials. Looking for a green burial for you and your pet? Visit the Green Pet-Burial Society.
Thinking About Having a ‘Green’ Funeral? Here’s What to Know - The New York Times
Sunday, March 11, 2018
How to Really Help a Family Caregiver
Time is the greatest gift. Many caregivers have told me that caregiving locks them into whirlwind daily routines of attending to others’ needs. Above all else, they miss time for themselves — to go to the salon or bank, read a book, clean the house or catch up on sleep. The greatest comfort you may offer is the gift of time. Offer to sit with care receivers while caregivers take a break. Pick up supplies for caregivers so they can stay home and relax. Try to make yourself available to listen as often as they need to vent."
How to Really Help a Family Caregiver
When a Grieving Mother Talks, Listen - The New York Times
When a Grieving Mother Talks, Listen - The New York Times:
Let’s Talk About Suicide – Spencer J. Cox – Medium
National Suicide Prevention Hotline: Let’s Talk About Suicide – Spencer J. Cox – Medium
"As the students were leaving, a 13-year old girl asked if she could give me a hug. “Of course!” I replied. As she hugged me, she whispered in my ear, “Thank you for talking about suicide. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I needed to hear you say that today.” We moved to the corner and talked for a minute. I told her we desperately need her on this earth. She promised me she would stay. She cried. I cried. We hugged again. I grabbed her teachers and administrators, and they promised they would follow up with her and get her the help she needs. I went back to my office with a lump in my throat and cried some more. Life is so precious. Kids can be impulsive. So, let’s do this together. Let’s lock up our guns. Let’s all download the SafeUT app. Let’s put away our phones and start connecting more. And — seriously — let’s start talking about suicide."
Let’s Talk About Suicide – Spencer J. Cox – Medium
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Poem: When You Meet Someone Deep in Grief
When You Meet Someone Deep in Grief
Slip off your needs
and set them by the door.
Enter barefoot
this darkened chapel
hollowed by loss
hollowed by sorrow
its gray stone walls
and floor.
You, congregation
of one
are here to listen
not to sing.
Kneel in the back pew
make no sound
let the candles
speak.
Patricia McKernon Runkle
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
John Pavlovitz: The Grieving Need You Most After the Funeral
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The Grieving Need You Most After the Funeral
Sunday, March 4, 2018
I Have Cancer and I’m Dying and I’m Ready to Tell My Son
"I’m sad for all the things I won’t get to do, read, eat, watch, play with — but mostly I am sorry that I am going to break my own child’s heart. When you would do literally anything to protect him, to know that you’re completely powerless to do so is profoundly … what’s the word for as awful as awful gets?...I told him the least I think he needed to know. I have cancer, and it’s a more serious illness than a cold or a flu. I told him what chemotherapy was in the most child-friendly way I could, and that I would lose my hair. He handled that too, and although he started getting up at least once after he was in bed, looking for nothing more than an extra hug, he didn’t ask any questions.When my hair fell out, he was mostly concerned that I would embarrass him by showing up bald at school. I assured him I would, of course....If I won’t be around to show him how to live well, the least I can do is show him how to die well."
I Have Cancer and I’m Dying and I’m Ready to Tell My Son | Learning
Thursday, March 1, 2018
What I Did When I Thought I Had Two Hours to Live | On Being
What I Did When I Thought I Had Two Hours to Live | On Being:
Mom says goodbye to son dying of cancer: Then he says 4 words that break her heart - Daily Tips
Nolan: (looking down) Yeah.
Me: Poot, this Cancer stuff sucks. You don’t have to fight anymore.
Nolan: (Pure Happiness) I DONT??!! But I will for you Mommy!!
Me: No Poot!! Is that what you have been doing?? Fighting for Mommy??
Nolan: Well DUH!!
Me: Nolan Ray, what is Mommy’s job?
Nolan: To keep me SAFE! (With a big grin)
Me: Honey … I can’t do that anymore here. The only way I can keep you safe is in Heaven. (My heart shattering)
Nolan: Sooooo I’ll just go to Heaven and play until you get there! You’ll come right?
Me: Absolutely!! You can’t get rid of Mommy that easy!!
Nolan: Thank you Mommy!!! I’ll go play with Hunter and Brylee and Henry!!”"
Mom says goodbye to son dying of cancer: Then he says 4 words that break her heart - Daily Tips:
The Most Powerful Way to Help Someone through Emotional Pain
"In our own discomfort of feeling painful emotions, we try to help others not feel theirs. It’s difficult for us to see someone we love suffering, and naturally, our first impulse is to try to make it go away, whether it’s through reason, logic, distraction, faith or any other means. We feel helpless, so we desperately reach for what we know, what we’ve been taught, and what others have done to us in our own moments of suffering. We offer trite words that deep down we know won’t help but we hold onto the hope that they will anyway because we don’t know what else to say or do. The more powerful choice is to simply be with someone, accepting and embracing the painful moment as is, without trying to fix or make it better. It goes against our natural urge to want to help, but often, this present moment acceptance of the deep emotions flowing through a person is exactly what they need to help them move through it, in their own time."The Most Powerful Way to Help Someone through Emotional Pain
Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Writing Obituaries | Literary Hub
First, I always start with “the five W’s”: who-what-when-where-why. These always lead to more specific questions. Who is the deceased person? What did he/she do? When were they born, and where? In a hospital? At home? Where in the birth order? Where did they go to school? I ask how historic events affected them. Were they alive during the Great Depression? How did they make ends meet? I go back a little further, too, asking what their parents, grandparents or relatives did. Sometimes you hear fascinating stories about what brought families to Chicago, like maybe jobs at the Jay’s Potato Chips factory, or the chance to study with a famed ballet teacher. Was the deceased person known for a special achievement? It doesn’t have to be a prestigious award. It could be they were once the best polka dancer on Chicago’s Northwest side (which is saying a lot)! A Toronto colleague at the Canadian Jewish news, Ron Csillag, likes to ask, “What is something about the deceased that no one else knows, or that would surprise people?” Another member of the Society of Professional Obituary Writers, John Pope, who writes for the New Orleans Times-Picayune, suggests we look for the “Rosebud”—the thing that was important to the deceased, that made them tick. Canadian journalist Tom Hawthorn suggests you ask about a decisive moment—something that set the person on their path in life. Maybe they were inspired by a teacher who was a nun, for example, and they decided to join a convent. And, I ask about their passions, be it a good cigar, their love for French bulldogs, their appreciation for Denzel Washington, or their ownership of Detroit muscle cars. And I even ask about noteworthy physical attributes. Were they known for a crushing handshake? Their penchant for wearing purple? Their 80 pairs of high heels? And sometimes I ask about their favorite places, be it an island in the Caribbean or at the birdfeeders in their backyard. I guess I could summarize by saying I ask a lot of general questions that lead me to the specific. If they were a phenomenal cook, I even ask for a recipe or two, and we’ll reprint that.Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Writing Obituaries | Literary Hub