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,...
How do you cope at Christmas when your special person is no longer alive and there’s an empty chair at the table? As the ‘festive’ season approaches, the hype and advertising can become overwhelming. This episode I fly solo as we look at many of the emotions around Christmas - from sadness and overwhelm to happiness and guilt, and everything in between. Show notes: https://forevernow.com.au/podcasts/hashtagdeathepisode14/
#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,...
