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Monday, June 28, 2021
Death Doulas Help Guide the Dying and Their Families at the End of Life
“The beginning of life and the end are so similar,” said Francesca Arnoldy, the lead instructor at UVM’s End-of-Life Doula program. “The intensity of it, the mystery, all of the unknowns. You have to relinquish your sense of control and agenda and ride it out, and be super attentive in the moment.”
Unlike hospice workers, doulas don’t get involved in medical issues. Rather, they support clients emotionally, physically, spiritually and practically, stepping in whenever needed. That could be a few days before someone dies, sitting vigil with them in their last hours, giving hand massages, making snacks. Or it could be months or even years earlier, after someone receives a terminal diagnosis, keeping them company, listening to their life stories or helping them craft autobiographies, planning funerals. Prices range from $25 an hour on up, although many, like Ms. O’Hara, do it voluntarily. And like Ms. O’Hara, many have signed on to help give new meaning to their own grief while helping others in the process.
Wednesday, June 23, 2021
He Forgot She Was His Wife -- So He Proposed To Her Again
From the Washington Post, a tender love story about a man who forgot he was married to his wife and proposed to her, and about the community that came together to give them a wedding.
She didn’t anticipate that the “for better or worse” part of their wedding vows would be put to the test about seven years later, she said....In January, her husband’s mind began declining at a faster pace. And so 20 years after their romance began, with her husband’s recent proposal, it seemed like perfect timing to renew their vows, she said.
A Daughter's Tribute to Her Father
Phoebe Wall Howard writes beautifully about losing her dad. An excerpt:
On Monday morning, I pulled up the windows in his warm second-floor bedroom. A cool breeze blew through the trees and into his Victorian home. Leaves rustled. No freighter horns this morning on the St. Clair River. Papa loved the sound of freighter horns as ships passed Algonac.
All was silent now except for the sound of a motorcycle passing through town.
Even Papa.
He was motionless as I tapped on the keyboard. He always said I have the ability to turn mundane things in life into fascinating tales about real people — including him.
But this is his last headline.