His cremains, I learned later, had been placed under a large fake rock with dozens of others who had deeded their bodies to the Carver School of Medi…
I prefer Celebrations of Life to Funerals. Both kinds of events serve the purpose of helping the survivors, the grieve-stricken family and friends, …
I guess I could say that I’m an orphan, and a widow, of sorts. All of my elder family members have passed. I buried a husband in 2012. All I have lef…
Marilyn stood at the foot of the open grave long after everyone else had left. Only the waiting car, the funeral director and his two assistants hove…
The dead are ever present. They accompany me on life’s journey As surely as if they hold my hand. They take up space in heart and head. The ones who …
I am doing the prompt from Day 34 instead. What lies ahead for you? What are you looking forward to? I am glad this is a question asked. I understand…
In my culture, a burial is a family gathering which, although it begins in sadness, it ends in gladness; it is a bright, sad moment, as the Eastern O…
My sister was startled awake having dreamed our father’s death as a cloud crossing the moon, as a poem written in chalk on a blackboard and wiped awa…