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In a little cottage in downtown Whitehorse, talking about death brings people back to life. It’s a house for the dying and their families and friends. It’s for people who feel lost because they’ve lost someone. But you’d never know it from the outside. Sandwiched between a downtown motel and a government...
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One of my favorite questions used to be "So how many children do you have? " I would typically respond with a broad smile that "I have 2 daughters and one son! " That simple question changed to one of unease, apprehension, fear and sadness after my 23 year old daughter Karalee passed away in March of 2010.
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I was an academic for more than 30 years, a social/developmental psychologist, with a focus on aging and death and dying and am now retired. As an academic and scientist, I was concerned with and relied upon evidence in the search for truth and realities about what I believed are important issues of...
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Palliative care - it's a beautiful place. It's not the curtains, the nice pictures on the wall, the items with little gold plaques in memory of, the flatscreen TV, or the free coffee and snacks, or the free wifi, or any material thing in here. Yes, they all help.... the patient and the family. But it's...
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I wanted to share a small tradition that I had started when my youngest of 4 children passed away at 2 days old. December of 1991 I gave birth to identical twin boys when I was only 27 weeks pregnant. Needless to say they were very small and had a very low life expectancy. Miraculously the elder of the...
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Christmas. Most of my friends are out of town. My mother is dying.   Day One. Our doctor visits, gives advice, support. I tell her I didn’t think Mum would be able to speak so well. "Sometimes at the end people become very clear.” She writes prescriptions, listens to my mother’s chest. "Her heart is...
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