To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
— Ecclesiastes 3, 1-8
Life is so fragile, so ephemeral. We often go through it thinking that we are eternal rather than that the life force within us is eternal, moves through all life and departs when it will. Death reminds us how fortunate we are to share this time with one another today and in every moment that we are together in this beautiful world. How is it that no matter how long one has to prepare for someone’s passing, we are still surprised by his or her absence and by our deep sadness?
Losing a loved one is always difficult. Losses show us how connected we are to each other. We see and feel the absence of the other so poignantly that we are reminded of how much we cared.
Grief requires the company of those who can listen. First I meet with you and your family to talk about your loved one if I have never met them and we talk about your loss, what you have in mind to honor them and work on something fitting for you and for them. I help you decide on readings, music, speakers and order of service and then conduct the service for you.
I also offer Memorial Service Planning Workshops and guidance.
Life is Eternal
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone.” Gone where? Gone from my sight that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear the load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There! She’s gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “There she comes.”
— Author Unknown