Speak of my late husband. Go ahead, I beg you. There is an old Jewish proverb that says "As long as we live, they too will live; for they are now are a part of us; as we remember them."
I will let my thoughts turn to friends, neighbors and all of those who are hurting and impacted by grave loss. I will consider the strength and trust that so many of them have shown. As I go down my list of blessings, I will make sure to count my many new friends, as well as the rich lessons they provide the rest of us. And I will be truly thankful.
All those dusty skulls staring at you were the people who built the incredible places where we like to get drunk and stumble around as we travel through this amazing continent. That's a pretty cool connection, make no bones about it.
A few weeks before his death, Jon and I were with Martin Luther King Jr. at a small gathering in Selma, Alabama. King asked Jon and me -- and a dozen or so others -- to speak briefly about our feelings and problems within the civil rights movement.
The End-of-Life meeting at the nursing home was held in the Serenity Room at noon. We were summoned, my mother and I, by the team who have been caring for my father for five years in the dementia ward. We showed up late, my mother and I, arm in arm, like diminished Rockettes.
In his timely, thought-provoking book, Death and the Afterlife, Samuel Scheffler argues persuasively that the taking for granted of such a collective afterlife underpins our valuing or caring about our various activities, projects, and involvements.
Above all, show your love. Show up. Say something. Do something. Be willing to stand beside the gaping hole that has opened in your friend's life, without flinching or turning away. Be love. Love is the thing that lasts.
It had been two and a half years since I received his last report. I didn't want to bug him, but my time is very short. I desperately needed a sale.
I visited my mother just a few months before she passed; that was about two years ago now. We went out to dinner in a restaurant attached to a casino....
Some may say the heavenly visitors appeared at the exact time of TJ's passing by Divine appointment. What better way to help ease his little sisters' pain then by letting them know their brother and his friend were in heaven?
John Kennedy was not a simple man, nor was much about him simple. While he evoked hatred in some, he spelled promise for many, and hope that our democracy would include justice for the poor as well. And yes too, he had charisma, which is not all bad by any means.
As a bereaved parent -- for my own daughter and now for the daughter-of-my-heart -- I know and trust St. Augustine's words to be true. For you see, I have no doubt that Sarah was holding out her hand to meet Ashley on that path, and they are best friends together again.
Olivia Bareham is a death midwife. Just as a birth midwife helps bring someone into this world, a death midwife helps them depart from it. Bareham's mission in life is to change the way we think about death.
Peter Greenaway's Dance of Death is a reinterpretation of the original Totentanz, the famous 15th Century mural in Basel, that reminded people that whether rich or poor, and no matter one's station in life, everyone has to die.
In my years of working with grieving clients, I have all too frequently heard grievers lament "Why didn't we ever talk about death when she was alive?" "I wish we had been able to say goodbye." On the other hand, seldom have I heard regrets from people who did have the conversation.
That recipe was a symbol of love, and selflessness, all wrapped up in bacon.