My husband’s funeral unburdened my soul
Long before my husband was admitted to hospice, I purchased a cremation package for each of us. Giving head space to your death feels terribly morbid…
Stories that deal with the death of a loved one and the services that may follow after our loved one has passed.
Long before my husband was admitted to hospice, I purchased a cremation package for each of us. Giving head space to your death feels terribly morbid…
I had never before seen a person just hours after they had died. I found it unbearable that my husband had left us. He wasn’t supposed to die today.
My dear, sweet husband, Robert, has passed away. Our story is incomplete, but in this story, I continue the chronological unspooling of our lives…
How do we prepare our minds and bodies for the last six months of our loved one’s life? We can’t.
My husband’s black vomit from four months ago was back over the weekend. My daughter crystallized our next steps. “Follow Dad’s care plan.”
Our most recent visit to the clinic would turn out to be our last. Robert’s care needs haven’t changed, but transporting him to the clinic is challenging…