I read this small book sitting in the library on a cold winter afternoon. Lori Erickson talks about her experiences of losing her brother, and moving her mother to a local dementia care unit, while exploring her experiences with death and dying in different cultures and in her experiences as a pastor. I was especially moved by the small chapter on dealing with a Maori spiritual leader on a trip to New Zealand. 3/5
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I am less worried about dying these days - assuming I outlive my cats - than I am about getting dementia. It seems far too common these days.
I have no fear of death in fact it would be a blessed relief, but in the meantime for the last 10 years my lawyer has been trying to persuade me to go into a nursing home. He has no idea what my home means to me. My beautiful garden and outlook. He finally agreed to give me no resuscitate originals for my house , St.Johns etc. no way will I ever move. I would love to read this book. . In the meantime while it is 2.45am
I will have a break from Dr. Findlay and listen to There are days like this while the rain keeps pouring down.
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