Month: November 2015
Beautiful! Rest in peace ED.
Ed was an elderly man living in an assisted-living home in Washington and under hospice care.
He had not been outside for several years as a result of his illness and the difficulty in transporting him, but his last wish, which he shared with his hospice chaplain, was to go outdoors. When he was healthy, Ed had been a forest ranger and lived for being outside.
The chaplain contacted the local fire department, and soon after, Ed and several members of the fire rescue team went on an outing to Meadowdale Beach Park in Edmonds, Wash. Ed was picked up and transported in the EMS vehicle, and other members of the fire department traveled in a fire truck.
Together, the group took Ed up and down the trails, bringing him the scents of the forest by touching the trees and bringing their hands close to Ed’s face.
Program Manager Diane…
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I’m reading Nathalie Goldberg’s book on writing memoir, which goes under the wonderful title of Old Friend from Far Away. As you might expect with Goldberg, it’s full of practical writing exercises, and when I came to this one, I was briefly stalled: When was the last time you felt really, really happy?
I’ve done the exercise before – I can’t remember now what prompted it – and it was really easy. Having fresh blueberries on my morning muesli – that had made me happy. Watching an old episode of Frasier while I was eating it – happy, happy, happy. My normal approach to life is celebratory and thankful, so happiness always feels close to the surface.
But today I found myself having to cast my mind back, across the numb times of these past few weeks, during which my mother was given a diagnosis of leukaemia, developed pneumonia and…
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