“The rest is up to you,” he finally said, ending the conversation for good. He didn’t have any more guidance, and certainly no more patience to talk about it. I was surprised. To me, it felt slightly irresponsible to leave all these decisions to other people.
The day I became a widow was the day I began my desperate attempt to crawl toward any sliver of light after my life shattered into a million pieces.
But it doesn’t have to be this way.
"It's no secret that wage gaps, discrimination and institutional racism limit Black Americans' access to health equity. However, what's discussed a lot less frequently is that these factors impact the way this group experiences death, too."
In 2019, three community women asked to meet with me about a compelling community education concern. The spouses of these women had all struggled to use the VSED end-of-life option because our county’s only hospital, and associated hospice program, had religious affiliations and, therefore, was unable to support VSED.
Given the fact of our mortality, whether we want it or not, aren’t we all members of a Date with Death Club?
Consumers should shop prudently for their funeral – just as they should for a car, a home, an appliance, or any other service.
A friend’s .357 “solution” reinforced his decision to learn from right-to-die groups.
Talking about death doesn’t make it happen sooner.
Suffering after death — the family’s burden.
How we die is in direct relationship to how we have lived.
