Sublime

Ela virá para nossa casa para morrer. Foi o que os médicos disseram a minha mãe. Não há mais nada a fazer, e o hospital não tem espaço para as pessoas pelas quais os médicos não possam fazer mais nada.

despondency.

Mon devoir incluait dans un premier temps de comprendre ce qui leur donnait du sens et, dans un second temps, soit de planifier le sauvetage de ce qui pouvait l’être, soit d’autoriser l’apaisement dans la mort. Un tel pouvoir se fondait à parts égales sur une responsabilité et une culpabilité écrasantes et des récriminations.

this book is about living with, rather than eradicating or defeating, a disease: a story about letting go of the American ethos of overcoming and about confronting our mutual interdependence.

The mourning was, in fact, trickier than it sounded. It wasn’t just a question of stagey weeping at the back of a church. The acting required significant research, sometimes several phone calls with the client for background information, and then a dramatic performance sustained over many hours. Astrid had never thought before how funerals are prim

While the growth of the home birth and home funeral movements are to be celebrated, we can draw upon the ancient wisdom of holding space for the birthing, dying, rejoicing, and bereaved, even if the modern hospital remains the location of the vast majority of births and deaths. Location is secondary; skilled and loving support matters most. Will th

If the weight of mortality does not grow lighter, does it at least get more familiar?