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Home Funeral Guides Embrace the Dead on Dia de los Muertos

Guest post by Kateyanne Unullisi   Why would women who work with the dead celebrate death? Home funeral guides Sara Williams and Jessica Caldwell show up to help families and friends care for someone after death, at home. They encourage families to tend with their hands to the final needs of the dead – how it used to be. They believe that death, something most of us hate to contemplate, holds the key to celebrating life. And from opposite sides…

  • October 4, 2016
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

My father on hospice

  This is my dad with his friend Daisy. My father is on hospice, hundreds of miles away. I visited him months ago and am planning another trip soon. He didn’t want to move to Florida where we live. I understand. His roots, his home, his family — are all in Utah. I get it. Yet, I miss him. I miss spending time with him. We talk on the phone. Sometimes I can’t understand his words, yet through the mumbled…

  • November 12, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

My Grandfather is Dying

Yesterday, Grandpa turned 97-years-old. Nearly 100 years ago, he entered this world. Now, he prepares for his exit. “That sure looks like my brother Darcey,” my grandpa said today. His eyes gazed at the closet in his room. A little while later, he said, “Hi mom. Will you stay close to me today?” The veil between our visual world and the wonders beyond the physical senses is growing thin. It won’t be long. I spoke via phone to my Grandpa…

  • April 10, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Reflections on Jupiter and a Day Unplugged

“Taber, I love you like the sky.” “And the moon Mama.” “Yes, I love you like the sky, and the sun, and the moon.” “And Jupiter.” ***  There’s magic in conversing with my three-year-old son. I delight in watching him play. I am fascinated with the questions he poses and his shared observations about the world. Upon learning something new, he’ll often exclaim,”That’s Amazing! I did not know that!” His declarations of love for life, nature, and family fill me…

  • March 1, 2015
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Five Mindfulness Blessings for 2015

1. May you love. As we begin 2015, may you make an ever-increasingly courageous dedication to embody the force of love. There is no healing power greater than this force on earth. It takes only a cursory read of headline news to see how the absence of love creates profound suffering. May you work to cultivate connection, compassion, and empathy. In the process not only do you transform, but so does the world. If you enjoy reflecting on the intersection of…

  • December 31, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

In Lieu of Presents

Today, my son Taber turns three and we celebrate at the beach. Balloons, homemade gluten-free cake, beer, and a wide variety of vegetarian dishes grace our table. Friends gather with children and we play an “introduce yourself” game with a large, colorful parachute. The little ones laugh loudly while running underneath, and on top of, the brightly colored material. Such joy! It’s too breezy to light candles. So my husband Clark invites Taber to blow out a flame emanating from the…

  • December 12, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Doula of Birth and Death

I am a mother. Through my body, my son entered our world. Because of this fact, one day he will die. I bow to the mystery wherein resides this difficult truth. I bow to the love that gives this mystery meaning. *** At birth, we each are given two gifts. One is life and the other is death. Through the body of a woman, each one of us enters life’s dance. Whatever our relationship to this woman is today, this…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

The Growing Appeal of Hospice Care

Hospice professionals can completely change how people die, as well as how their loved ones go on living. Joan “No one wants to go in her room,” an outspoken middle-aged man says. “Aunt Joan looks awful.” As the hospital chaplain on call, I’ve been paged to offer support to the family clustered in the brightly lit hallway. Within a few minutes, I learn that they gathered after hearing of their elderly aunt’s death after struggling with a terminal illness. The…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Missing Grandma: Meditations on My Mother’s Mental Illness

Today, my mother-in-law arrives. My husband’s mother visits every four to five months. Her soft blouses predictably sport cheerful, butterfly designs. She enjoys drinking a cold Stella beer and walking barefoot in the backyard of our south Florida home. Her beautiful, white hair shines in the sun. She loves to read to our two-year-old boy Taber. He calls her “Nana.” Read more.  

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn

Coming Home: Transforming Pain and Embracing Beauty

I stand with my son in northern Utah. Together we harvest raspberries in my aunt’s backyard. Mountain foothills blanketed in fall colors surround her home. A late September chill fills the air. I could stare at these mountains for hours. I draw upon the memory of their strength when I am away from this land of my birth. My soul drinks in their beauty. I didn’t realize I was so thirsty. Nothing else signals my return home as much as…

  • December 3, 2014
  • By Amy Wright Glenn