“We were beside ourselves to hear that there were bananas in town,” she said with a smile, “so my mother sent me on a special shopping trip.” She continued, “On the crowded bus, I imagined what the sweet, tropical fruit would taste like and envisioned how excited my...
“But why do I still feel so sad,” he asked, his damp eyes circling mine for an answer. I took hold of the strong hands belonging to the man I adore and struggled to find words to reconcile his broken heart. “Honey, your mother died. You’re supposed to feel sad.” I...
“He wasn’t religious, so we didn’t have a funeral,” she told me. I was saddened to learn that my new friend had missed the opportunity to honour her wonderful husband’s life with a relevant and healing ceremony. She’d attended too many convenient, ready-made funerals...
You’ve been asked to give a eulogy. It’s an honour, it’s a privilege and, yes, it’s really hard. But few things in life that are worthwhile come easy, so grab a box of tissues, pour yourself a glass of something (no judgment) and carve out a few hours—because time is...
Our lives are made up of stories. I would like to share with you one of my mother's. Her name is Anne, but at the Dotsa Bitove Wellness Academy, they call her Champagne Annie. You see, my mother loves to dance and she loves the sound of music that makes her want to...