Dying alone in the age of COVID-19
It is time for the small acts of kindness to inhabit the space.
A new decade has dawned amidst smoke and heat and peril. What can we ask when we know much of it will be hard, even harrowing?
in January during the Australian bushfires. My mother died in what feels like another era now, though it was only three months ago.
There are already people who cannot be present with their loved ones who are dying.
Some things don’t heal. There is a respectful knowing that doesn’t try to force healing or hope on people.