In the final episode of #Hashtag Death I share what people really speak about at funerals, as someone who has been involved in more than 900 funerals. This is the end of the road for the podcast, but not the end of conversations around death and dying. There is a famous poem which is read at a lot of funerals, which goes: When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me I want to rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little and not for too long,...
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In the final episode of #Hashtag Death I share what people really speak about at funerals, as someone who has been involved in more than 900 funerals. This is the end of the road for the podcast, but not the end of conversations around death and dying. There is a famous poem which is read at a lot of funerals, which goes: When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me I want to rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little and not for too long,...
Throughout life we can encounter a number of mini-deaths, such as the ending of a marriage. This week we chat to life success coach Rayne Bryant about navigating Christmas with split families. From following Rayne on Instagram and Facebook for many years, I was so drawn to her positive take on solo parenting, split families and just owning your own shit! In this inspirational chat, you’ll learn a lot about not only the ‘death of a marriage’ and the grief and loss of the nuclear ...
#Hashtag Death
In the final episode of #Hashtag Death I share what people really speak about at funerals, as someone who has been involved in more than 900 funerals. This is the end of the road for the podcast, but not the end of conversations around death and dying. There is a famous poem which is read at a lot of funerals, which goes: When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me I want to rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little and not for too long,...
