When Annie was three, her mother and sister died together in childbirth. Annie’s baby sister was buried with her mother, but wasn’t named or mentioned at the funeral. Fifty years later, Annie still struggled with her grief.
Lisa and Marie are nine-year-old twins. Their mom, Molly, called me one day because Zoe, the family’s almost-20-year-old cat, was in her dying time. Zoe had lost weight, and her body was clearly shutting down.
In 2008 when he was 74 years old, my father had a massive stroke. Overnight, my Dad went from having an independent life, to being paralyzed on one half of his body, and unable to care for himself in the simplest of ways. He was still alive, and still lucid and able to converse, but part…
This is Kathleen Charpentier’s story about the rituals I led with her family around the death and funeral of her husband, Richard Griebel. I’m grateful to Kathleen for inviting me to be part of this journey.
King was an active dog, and when he stopped running along the trails his owners knew something wasn’t right. A couple of vet appointments and a blood test confirmed acute lymphoblastic leukemia, an incurable disease.