No one here gets out alive – Jim Morrison
I am employed in end of life work in the North of England and this blog is an outlet for my reflections on my experiences and encounters with people who are in the final months, weeks and days of life. I certainly don’t claim to be an expert in end of life work and every day I learn something new from people I work with so I am not aiming to teach anyone anything about death and dying but I do understand that the subject of death is still off limits for day to day discussion for most people and I’ve seen from my work that this isn’t always beneficial, not only for the person who is dying but for the friends and family who remain.
I’m not on a crusade to harangue people into talking about death but I do believe we ought to have the freedom to discuss these issues should we chose to do so. So much of our experience of life is spent denying or running from death, whilst there is no benefit to repeatedly focusing on the morbid aspects of our existence there is benefit to remembering that we will all die eventually.
I can only talk about death and dying in the North of England because that’s where I live and work, the North of England is a beautiful and inspiring place to be and my work brings me into contact with some wonderful people but I also work with people who are living in terrible circumstances whether due to financial poverty or social, emotional and psychological poverty, in the course of a week I often experience the best and worst of human relationships. I don’t have any answers or “how to” lists, I just have a very genuine commitment to supporting people at the end of life and supporting people who might want to ponder life and death…I’m generally banned from talking about this stuff in polite company because it can be a bit of a buzz crusher on a night out and so this blog is the electronic equivalent of therapy.