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14.01.2022 Taking time out after losing someone we love is essential. There is a lot to process. Most times we run on autopilot when planning, finalising preparations. Its exhausting. Give yourself the time you need to just breathe, and regain your strength before moving on too quickly. Remember that there is always someone there to help you if you feel you cant do it on your own. Not only do I offer the service of funeral celebrant, but I also offer continued support families lef...t to grieve. You dont have to feel alone.

09.01.2022 Saying goodbye is never easy to do. Whether, you expected it or not. The fact of the matter is, they are an emotionally devastating time for all who are left to carry that burden of loss. Don't feel like you need to carry that loss on your own. As a funeral celebrant, not only do I want to really know the person that we are saying good bye too, but I really want to be there for those that are left behind. It is my desire to help you to celebrate the life of the loved one we say good bye too, but also to help those left behind, to try and move forward through their pain and grief.

06.01.2022 Why did I choose to be a funeral celebrant/ death doula? It's a question I have been asked a lot recently, especially as I move forward into the area, contacting funeral homes to gain more work with them. I have experienced loss. Many of us have. ... The first funeral I spoke at was my brother's funeral, where I read a poem that he had written before he took his life. When the question was asked who would read it at his service, my first thought was me. I couldn't think of anyone else reading the last words that he had written, and I wanted to honor him and wanted to be his last voice. The second funeral I spoke at, was my daughters. When discussing my options with the funeral celebrant, all I could think of when she offered to speak on behalf, or if there was anyone else that I would like to talk, there was absolutely no other person that I could think of that knew Kyanne like I did, and I wanted to honor her the best way that I possibly could do to make that happen. My most recent funeral was that of my friends daughter, and again, and I wanted to honor her the best way that I possibly could, so offering my service was easy. For me, it's about honoring the person who has passed on, and providing the best possible service that I can in order to do so. By working with the family, and listening to stories, gathering statements, I can do my best to provide a service that is respectful to the person and honors all that they were while they were with us. This is also why I offer my service to those who may know that they are terminally ill. I would like to take the time for them to share with me their stories. To hear from them what it is they would like people to know. A funeral is about saying goodbye, however it is also about celebrating the persons life, and who they were. I would love nothing more than to help you honor your loved ones and giving them the good bye that they truly deserve

06.01.2022 Today, is my Nan's official send off, so I am basking in all the beautiful memories that we made together, and the beautiful person that she was. I am thankful for the special moments that we shared. Miss me - but let me go When I come to the end of the road,... And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room; Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little - but not too long and not with your head bowed low, Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me - but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, And each must go alone. It's all part of the master plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go to the friends we know. Bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me - but let me go Author unknown Love you Nan

02.01.2022 The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories f...lashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. "Jack, did you hear me?" "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him. "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said. "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said. "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture...Jack stopped suddenly... "What'swrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said. "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom." It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read. Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -- Harold Belser." "The thing he valued most was my time!" Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.* "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!" "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away." Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100 percent true. 1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. 2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. 3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep. 4. You mean the world to someone. 5. If not for you, someone may not be living. 6. You are special and unique. 7. Have trust sooner or later you will get what you wish for or something better. 8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it. 9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a hard look: you most likely turned your back on the world and the people who love and care for you. 10. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. 11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. 12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy. 13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. Share this letter with all the people you care about. In doing so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life...for the better. To everyone who read this just now.... *"Thanks for your time."*