I believe there is another world, another life beyond the one we're in now, that's available to us, a more enduring existence open to anyone able to embrace some kind of a "leap of faith," or at least see it as JK Rowling puts it in one of her "Harry Potter" novels: for a "well-organized mind: death is but the next great adventure."
I needed to hear that. Yes, I was Joel's wife, but he had a ton of meaningful relationships and was loved by so many. He had best friends, soulmates of his own, the ripple effect of his death reaches far and wide. Because of that, I feel less alone, and connected by this shared experience, horrible as it is.
Recently, I asked readers for some topics they'd like to see me blog on. I got lots of suggestions. I've written on two of them already. Today, I'll t...
Too often we don't end up extending life; rather, we extend dying. For those who define meaning in a manner that imbues them with the desire to go out on their own terms, this law gives them that choice.
Martin Heidegger wrote about how death awareness (the "nothing") enables us to shift to a mode where we simply appreciate that things are (the "being there"), as opposed to worrying about how or what things are. Allow me to translate that quote into the language a 20-something might understand -- YOLO!
According to one study, sighing serves as a mental and physical reset button and may bring some relief. Such relief is sorely needed for those grieving a suicide. The mental and physical toll can be detrimental if we don't find our way onto a path toward healing.
It never occurred to me that her little brain was trying to put together the pieces and understand the immense sadness that filled our house. She just didn't have the communication skills.
She notices Antonio, asks me, "Oh, is that your husband?" An innocent enough question. I say, "No, he's my boyfriend." The word so clumsy in my mouth. How can I have a boyfriend when I still feel like someone's wife?
I sat up and as much as I could, gathered the heart monitor's leeds to the side, and brought Aura's body sort of close to mine. I pressed her ear against my chest. We were speechless, so she might as well just listen to my heart, and I might as well just breathe.
Every tweet, interview, Facebook post and letter speaks to Kelly's willingness to not only pursue peace but to minister to other inmates, sharing hope and light from a place of internal resilience.
When you see the dead are not treated with respect, something within you shakes. Not because you have to treat a body with respect, but because he is exiting slowly. It does not matter how that person lived, at least his death must happen well. Every human being must have that much intention to allow others to die gracefully.
We are so sensitive and avoidant about death in this culture, aren't we? Not only about the death of the body -- our own, and those we cherish. But av...
How can I "celebrate" with my in-laws who are both having a second birthday without their beloved son? How can I lighten up when I worry so much about my daughter? How can I lighten up when I'm grieving my love of 20-something years?
My immediate family huddled on a couch in the funeral home's parlor room. My wife and I held hands while my daughters stifled urges to check their cell phones. A box of tissues sat on the coffee table. None were needed. Not yet.
The Urban Death Project is developing a new option which may appeal to those among us who want to minimize environmental harm and give something back to the earth when we die.
My father-in-law passed away this week. A man who came into my life in late 1973, he and my mother-in-law were my second set of parents, even after th...