Have you ever thought about your feelings toward death and dying? When you think about losing your loved one you probably feel sad, angry, bitter, hurt. When you think about yourself dying you probably feel scared, alone or disappointed. These feelings are very common among individuals in our society. Since death is perceived so negatively, our instincts tell us to avoid talking about it. Maybe by not talking about it we won’t have to face it? Or it could be that talking about death only makes it more real.

The truth is, death can be a lonely journey if we are forced to keep our thoughts and feelings to ourselves. Whether you or you’re loved one has been diagnosed with a terminal illness, or you’ve recently lost your loved one, it’s so important to have someone to talk about as you work your way through grief.

Dying Matters

That’s where Dying Matters comes in. Dying Matters is an organization that helps people to have important conversations about death before it’s too late. Due to a lack of communication about death, many people have last wishes that go unfulfilled. According to Dying Matters, 81% of people have not written down any preferences about their death. That’s why it’s not surprising to learn that 63% of people would prefer to die at home, yet 53% of deaths happen in the hospital.

Dying Matters offers organizations, like community groups, health care facilities and even private groups or individuals, support and assistance in changing peoples’ attitudes toward death. Even though it may be difficult at first, talking about death and dying ensures that your loved one, and even you when the time comes, will have the kind of life transition that makes them comfortable.

The Sailing Ship 

What is dying?
I am standing on the seashore.
A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades from the horizon,
And someone at my side says, “She is gone!” Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all;
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her,
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her;
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “She is gone”,
There are others who are watching her coming,
And other voices take up a glad shout,
“There she comes” – and that is dying

– Bishop Charles Henry Brent (1862-1929)

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