The nurses looking after my dying father at the moment. He’s not going down without a fight and they’re helping him all the way. And

Kindness Changes Everything
The nurses looking after my dying father at the moment. He’s not going down without a fight and they’re helping him all the way. And
I’d like to share some reflections on the death of a patient. I’ve thought about her a lot. She gave me explicit consent to tweet
This blog was supposed to be a habitat for my thoughts as a Samaritan. A berth for me to sometimes share the message of the Samaritans,
The last 12-months have been tough. Really tough. It’s been the hardest year of my life. In sharing my truth here, I feel that
“…by the time you read this, I will be in heaven.” This was the opening to 7-year-old Marshall Clark’s final heartbreaking message to his family
When a person dies, even members of the same family, experience their grief differently and this difference can cause more pain and more damage than
With the death of my Mom, my anxiety found new life. Like any parasite from a host, it crept into my veins and fed off
I woke up this morning with a bad case of the blues. I’m not really sure what to write. Depression has her way with me
Hello everyone. This is a rather tragic story. It will not be suitable for light hearts. It’s my deepest, most darkest history, which led to
All of us know the downside of caregiving and grieving. We know the physical and emotional demands we face as caregivers, and the heaviness and
I’m ashamed. As someone who prides herself on promptness, I am more than a little tardy. In fact, one might accuse me of being over
One of the synchronicities of life is that when my Dad’s cancer returned my sometimes boss, Wendy Macnaughton, was Artist in Residence at the Zen
In the old days, she would be propped up on a comfy pillow, in fresh cleaned sheets under the corner window where she would in
Dear Sir, I don’t know your name, but you killed my father on June 9, 1973, in Stockton, California. My father was thirty-two years old
My last living grandparent passed away on Thanksgiving Day this year. My grandma spent her final days on this earth in her own bed, in
We’ve always said we support all animals, and know the relationship with those animals and their person is an incredible thing. In only a
I’d never cut anybody else’s nails until I was thirty-one years of age. Then, in the space of a couple of weeks, I was cutting
We’ve all heard the story of loss. We’re familiar with the stages of grief. Shock, anger, eventual acceptance. But what happens when this isn’t just an abstract process? When it’s real.
“And I know it aches and your heart it breaks and you can only take so much…. Walk on.” -U2, Walk On It was my
“How long has it been? When is he going to get over that grief and move on already?” I get it. I know you might be thinking that about
Ed was an elderly man living in an assisted-living home in Washington and under hospice care. He had not been outside for several years as
Recently, on the reddit website, a question was Posed to people who know they are dying: The question was – (What) does your day look
A dying man gave me a book once. I didn’t know he was dying and he didn’t know he was giving me so much more
Park-ranger, Patrick Karabaranga, comforting a gorilla after it’s mother was killed by a poacher. Location: Virunga National Park in the Democratic Republic of Congo Conservation
Perinatal nursing is sweet and magical and everything you think it would be. But everyone only thinks of the birth and the babies. No one