I Write Obituaries for a Living: This Is How The Pandemic Changed Me “An obituary writer?” people ask. ‘“Isn’t that morbid, scary, depressing?” When I tell them it’s the exact opposite, they stand back and simply look at me, baffled. Some people try to understand. Others think I’m lying or…
Live. Love. Leave a legacy.
– Steven Covey
I believe everyone has the right to a life and a death they choose. My philosophy is that living well and dying well are intertwined, and to deny the inevitability of our death is to deny what makes life joyful, sweet, and worth living to its fullest.
At live life twice, I write about the way life and death can enrich each other. I address the ways in which death need not be something confusing or unknown or shameful, something we shun or deny or fear. I normalise and demystify dying; talk about preparing for it and embracing it with consciousness. We all have a legal will, or plan to have one, but what of our emotional will? What do we leave behind that actually lasts forever? How do we live with love and die in peace?
On a practical level, I can guide you through the simple, healing steps to create your own memorial for yourself or a loved one who has died. I write professional obituaries to celebrate life and death, and help you find the perfect words to remember the unique entirety of yours or a loved one’s life.
You can leave a lasting legacy that will blossom and flourish long after you or your loved ones have left the earth.
Death brings you a choice. It can lead you to the edge of the abyss.− Earl A. Grollman – Living When a Loved One has Died
Or you can build a bridge that will span the chasm.
The trouble is, you think you have time.− Buddha
In the end, when we look at our life, the questions will be simple.− Jack Kornfield
Did I live fully? Did I love well?
‘Why?’ People ask me all the time. ‘Why would you want to write your own obituary? Isn’t it morbid, scary, depressing?’ No. It’s exactly the opposite. David Bowie’s death earlier this week pushed the subject of mortality to the forefront of many peoples’ minds. We’re all going to die….
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What is a ‘good death’? Does it mean there’s no pain or emotional suffering? Or does it mean we’ve arrived at some acceptance of all that, and of the inevitable impermanence of life? I’ve often wondered how to make sense of death. How to make peace with it. How to…