Last year at this time my dad was dying, waiting for an organ transplant.
In coming to terms with what I thought might be the loss of a parent, I decided to become a death doula…
I’ve used it more in discussing transition with my son than I have dealing with death.
This is where I belong.
In coming to terms with what I thought might be the loss of a parent, I decided to become a death doula…
I’ve used it more in discussing transition with my son than I have dealing with death.
This is where I belong.
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Never thought I’d say this but— Living funerals are my jam.
All change is loss; I think some people don’t understand or fathom that very well.
Loss of that path and any further choices along it. The “what might have been” discourse is very real and heavy x
I went through this when Mum passed away.