We spend our lives running from death. It is imprinted on us from a very young age to follow the path of ‘do this, or take that’, all in order to “live longer”. It is no wonder most of us utterly fear any conversations about death. It seems that most of us would especially prefer to avoid a conversation about how we might want to die with our nearest and dearest. In fact, research shows that 75% of us have not had any end of life discussions and 45% of us die without a will.
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What I’ve learned about dying is that it’s not something we can run and hide from. We are all dying. We are all going to die. We may not be able to choose how or when it happens but we can prepare a way to do it well. We can make choices early in life and put a plan in place, or at the very least have the discussion with family members so that when the time comes they know exactly what we want to happen.
Even if they have already departed then those choices that have been made before death can allow family and friends to focus on the love.
I have seen how making and communicating choices about death empowers people. Choices in death allow people to focus on the love in their final days. Even if they have already departed then those choices that have been made before death can allow family and friends to focus on the love.
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My first experience of death was my grandmothers passing. She had cancer and we knew she was going to die. What I remember most and I recall warmly with a smile on my face as I write, is her grace in dealing with the inevitable. My grandmother, Joan, made her choices right down to who could and couldn’t attend her funeral and that she didn’t want anyone to speak about her. Perhaps she felt it had all been said before she left.
I loved that she was so assertive. She knew exactly what she wanted and she did not hold back in communicating her desires clearly. It left the family with no questions. We could focus on the love and the letting go. We could celebrate Joan’s life and she parted with the knowledge that we would carry out her wishes. She made very specific choices about her end of life care and those wishes were met.
"My first experience of death was my grandmothers passing." Image source: Supplied.
My second experience was the suicide of a dear friend.
I carry the quote printed on his memorial keepsake with me in my work. “Even death is not unkind, when living love is left behind”. I recall this quote to anchor me when I think about working with families of people who are dying. I recall this quote as I make my own choices and have conversations with my family and loved ones about the choices I have made for my death. I want my family to focus on the love and if my mental capacity fades or my ability to communicate disappears they can reassure me at that time that when I was able to, I made good choices.
“Even death is not unkind, when living love is left behind.”
Death doesn’t have to be a prescribed experience; it doesn’t have to be sterile or filled with fear. It can be a warm, loving and a nurtured experience. We see many cultures that treat death as a celebration, a time when families and communities come together to commemorate a life. Comparatively in the west we traditionally fear it. The difference between a death that looks like what we are told it should be or the death you want, all comes down to making choices and asking for support. We can make our own way and be a guiding light to others.
Afternoon nap ...confessions: Today I ate. I wrote. I meditated. I sang. I danced. I walked in the forest both here and the underground. I lay in the shower. Let the water speak to me in waking lullabies. I lay on the floor. In the grass. I drank a lot of water. A green juice. Read. Held a dog. Spoke to him. Cried for mine who I miss. Stood and looked at the sky. Thanked the breeze for finding my face. Felt complete. Felt complete joy. Felt the flow. Felt a thousand doors opening all over my body. Felt each one bursting with new light. Soon I'll go to yoga and open some more. #todaywasmine #namaste #joy #takemorenaps #nofilter ... And #nofilter
Doing death well begins at home. It begins with the conversation. Pour wine or pour tea, break bread or cheese and crackers together and have the end of life discussion.