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June 01, 2006



Oh, Patricia, I'm so sorry. I truly am... I'll be thinking about you and your family.


What an incredible, wonderful experience! You actually got to grieve and to care for your loved one, one last time. Remarkable and I am envious. Yes, we are too separate from the cycles of life as a society. I even had parents object to a song in school about chopping the turkey's head off for Thanksgiving dinner. And this is a farming community. You got it right and your whole family benefited from the experience. God bless you all.


I remember going to a funeral like that and by the time it was finished, I wasn't to kill the minister. It just seemed to me that the funeral should be about the person, not about whether you believe in jc or not. The ceremony with the coffin sounds like an amazing way to say your last goodbyes. I'm so sorry that things have been so sad for you lately.


Wow. I've never heard of being a part of actually nailing the coffin shut. Talk about finality. What a wonderful and terrible experience.

Lut C.

My condolences to you and your family.

That sounds like an incredibly intense moment, driving nails into the coffin. Very, very personal. And very final.


Patricia-I was sorry to read about your mother-in-law's passing. Between my mother and my MIL it is my MIL who keeps me sane and grounded. What an intense experience you have been through. Your phrase "a grown-up right of passage" cuts me to the core today since I just took my parents to tour the nursing care/assisted living facility we are probably going to try to get them into. I had the thought in the past couple weeks that I think this is what is finally going to make me grow up-at nearly 42!-more so than my becoming a parent 3 years ago.

Hang in there and be extra gentle with yourself right now.


I am so sorry, Patricia. Grown-up rite of passage indeed.


Blimey. I can see that that must have been incredibly intense. I'm glad you got that chance.


My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. I know what you mean about our culture being so separated from death; I served as a Peace Corps volunteer in a Muslim country in Africa and witnessed the vigils, the wailing when the person passed, the washing of the body and the laying in the earth with just a shroud between; I know what you mean about intense. Then I guess losing someone you love so fiercely should be intense and I'm glad for you that your mother in law's send off was something that touched you on so many levels.
Take care of yourself.


I haven't really been reading blogs much so I just caught up with you. I'm so sorry for all you're going through.

You're in my prayers.


You have me crying...I am sorry my friend. Losing people we love hurts so much. I think it was beautiful about the pine box....bittersweet...a beautiful end to an obvious wonderful life.

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