It'll be just Pedro and me who go to the hospital, and I'll let his meatball head rest in my hand as the two of us share that private moment, probably crying and drooling, and definitely feeling exhausted. On that day, Pedro hopefully will be left with some relief, and I'll be left.
A friend died of cancer a few weeks ago. That, of course, in itself is unsettling, heartbreaking, emotional. But I knew almost immediately that it wa...
I learned compassion. I learned that you cannot do life alone. I learned that pain is part of life and it cracks you open in ways that make you a more compassionate person. I learned that the obstacles on the path ARE the path.
Here was someone speaking about her life-and-death battle, while her concern rested on the happiness of the guests at her impending wake. At her "celebration" there were no speeches and no tears, only quality one-on-one time.
Welcome to Week Six of Bereavement Boot Camp. Have you noticed any changes in your Healing Journey at this point? I hope so, because I am now about to push you out of your house. Did I just give you a big headache?
His current collection of poems, "Snake," imagines a post-apocalypse Earth long after the extinction of the human race where a character that embodies all of the feelings, thoughts and emotions of our entire civilization when it no longer exists.
These are not the only rules, and you might discover good rules to supplement this list. You might also find that pieces of this list do not work for you. I hope you'll share your thoughts for additions or subtractions in the comments.
A decade ago I walked into my parent's living room to discover my beloved grandfather, hunched over his walker and weeping while cranking nineteenth century romantic Russian orchestral music.
If you are wondering what I'm talking about, it is for you that I am writing this blog! Here's the bottom line: We were all born one moment of one day...
Next time you are buying a flat screen TV and tree trimmings for Christmas, get yourself a non-emotional or non-threatening casket.
It's 8:45 at night. Past his bedtime, but summer's nearly gone, so I've let him stay up late to enjoy the last few lazy August mornings. We've read stories, sung songs, and are snuggling contentedly when my 7-year-old son drops a bombshell: "Mama, what's Heaven like?"
Have we done what we need to do to protect the people closest to us who will be left behind? Are our spouses, our children, or are partners prepared to make important decisions on our behalf, and have we given them clear instructions for doing so? I
Sometimes the hardest thing is to face the death of who we believed ourselves to be throughout our lives. Shedding the façade, peeling off the disguise, owning our choices, speaking our truth and being fully seen for who we are can be the most daunting death of all.
Welcome to Week Five of Bereavement Boot Camp. You have probably noticed that as time goes on, the subject matter and the challenges get a little tougher -- but then again, so have you.
Just because someone is struggling with new and potentially overwhelming challenges doesn't mean the tenor of your relationship with your friend has to change. Allowing her to continue being that friend can be its own form of compassion.
In Simon's case, the grace, respect and love with which he portrayed his mother transcends technology. It is his words, and the sentiments behind them, that resound in our hearts. He is writing a love poem to his mother, and power to any poem that has a readership of 1.2 million.