I recently attended a workshop about Enduring Power Of Attorney, Orders for Administration and yet to be approved Enduring Power of Guardianship and Advanced Health Directives (Living Wills). They are currently trying to pass the Bill through the Western Australian State Government.Basically, a Living Will is a written request of any medical directives you wish to have made on your behalf if you are considered to not be able to make sound decisions for yourself. For example if you want to choose not to be resuscitated in certain situations. A Living Will can also encompass lifestyle decisions and presumably you would be able to leave clear instructions on how you would like your funeral conducted.Until this Act is passed though what one can do is discuss your wishes with family, write it all down clearly, get your GP to sign it to say that you were of sound mind when writing your wishes and consider someone to be an Enduring Power of Attorney for you. If you elect someone for this role, discuss your wishes with him or her so that they know what you want. If you want to have something that is very specific and complex it would be advised to seek Legal advice and have a Solicitor write up a Living Will for you, keeping in mind the expense involved.For more information I would recommend attending a workshop that is offered by the Fremantle Community Legal Service. They also offer workshops on Wills.
For more information about Power of Attorney and Wills check out the Department of Justice website. www.justice.wa.gov.au
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Sunday
CEREMONIES
I recently attended friends Memorial Service. My friend had struggled with Breast Cancer for over 3 years and graciously and courageously faced death. The Memorial Service was written and created by her before she died. It was so beautiful. She had a partner and two young daughters and the service was designed for them. It was held in a park and a friend conducted the service, we honored and remembered her. There was a photo board full of photos. We were asked to write a blessing for her, which was then attached to a balloon and released. We were also asked to write positive statements for her children which were placed on a wishing tree and which would then be given to each of her girls for their memory boxes. There was no coffin as she had chosen to have an unaccompanied cremation. The Memorial Service was then followed by a Wake.It was truly a celebration of her life and we were all given a postcard with a collage of photos of her to take home for our own Memory boxes.I wanted to share this story as it highlights some simple things that we can do to create a beautiful Ceremony. It was a very child friendly service and inclusive of the children which was wonderful.I wasn’t sure what to do as a gift for the family so my daughter and I made little gift bags for the two girls with little worry dolls, candles, tea light lanterns, a rose quartz gemstone and a beautiful angel to place somewhere special.
Friday
SINGLE FUNERAL PERMIT
METROPOLITAN CEMETERIES BOARD WA.
I have recently been in touch with the Fremantle Cemetery to find out what is required to undertake your own funeral. If you choose to do-it-yourself you need to apply for a SINGLE FUNERAL PERMIT with the Metropolitan Cemeteries Board whose main office is at Karrakatta Cemetery Perth. They have a kit which has all of the information regarding what documentation is required, what requirements they want met, as well as step-by-step instructions, price lists and contact lists for medical referees, coffin makers and the relevant Government Departments. I obtained my kit from Fremantle Cemetery and I would think that all the metropolitan cemeteries would have it available. I would contact them first just to be sure though.The kit outlines the requirements for both Burials and Cremations. There appears to be more paperwork involved when doing a cremation.Below are links to some of the Agencies that you tend to deal with.
Application for Permit to Cremate-Health Department of WA.
Death Registration Paper (Death Certificate)- Registrar General, Births,Deaths,Marriages.
Coroners Certificate (if Coronal Inquiry)- Coroner's Court.
I have recently been in touch with the Fremantle Cemetery to find out what is required to undertake your own funeral. If you choose to do-it-yourself you need to apply for a SINGLE FUNERAL PERMIT with the Metropolitan Cemeteries Board whose main office is at Karrakatta Cemetery Perth. They have a kit which has all of the information regarding what documentation is required, what requirements they want met, as well as step-by-step instructions, price lists and contact lists for medical referees, coffin makers and the relevant Government Departments. I obtained my kit from Fremantle Cemetery and I would think that all the metropolitan cemeteries would have it available. I would contact them first just to be sure though.The kit outlines the requirements for both Burials and Cremations. There appears to be more paperwork involved when doing a cremation.Below are links to some of the Agencies that you tend to deal with.
Application for Permit to Cremate-Health Department of WA.
Death Registration Paper (Death Certificate)- Registrar General, Births,Deaths,Marriages.
Coroners Certificate (if Coronal Inquiry)- Coroner's Court.
Tuesday
PERSONAL EXPERIENCES WITH DEATH AND DYING PART 1.
CORMACS' DEATH.
Cormac was my younger brother who had Cerebral Palsy from his birth, and was severely physically disabled because of this condition. I think my parents were told that he would not have a very long life expectancy due to the extremity of his disability. He had a great life and very warped sense of humour. His care and needs placed a great deal of strain on our family unit, as did the shame associated with having a disabled child. He lived at home until he was 16/17 years old and then went into care, firstly just for weekends and then for the week. He slowly got more and more scoliosis which started to create health issues for him. From the time that he was about 18years old he started to have funny breathing spells which meant he was rushed to hospital, for short stays and required treatment for respiratory problems. These spells become closer and closer and every time I expected the worse. The last time I went to visit him at the nursing home was to see him before I was to go interstate for a holiday for 6 weeks. As I finished the visit and started to leave the room he become quite upset and cried, I told him that I loved him and left feeling torn. In hindsight I think he knew that that would be our last time together. He had another breathing spell and ended up in hospital with pneumonia. He died in hospital alone on the day that I was due to fly out. I was lucky enough to have been able to have enough time to go and view his body at the hospital morgue before I flew out.I think this made his death real for me and gave me some sense of closure. I chose not to stay for the funeral. My grief did not set in until I returned home and found his death very difficult, being the first person close to me other than grandparents. His death did however set me on a path of self discovery and wanting to understand spirituality more...to find some meaning.
CORNELIAS' DEATH.
Cornelia was my mother who died at the very young age of 53 years. She died five years after the death of Cormac. She had been battling (literally) with cancer of the bowel and then secondary cancer of the spine for years. She had all of the medical treatment and many stays in a variety of hospitals. She was very determined to live and fought to the end. In the last stages of the cancer when we knew it was terminal I was pregnant with my first child and my two aunties (her sisters) stepped in and took on the management of her health care. Mum protected my brother and I a lot and wouldnt lead on to how much pain she was actually in. She was still alive when my son was born, and stayed around for my brothers wedding and hung in there for christmas but not long into the new year she died. She was in hospital and we all rallied around and stayed with her. She came from a large family so all of her brothers and sisters were visiting. She laboured for 4 days and it was advised that we all stop visiting so she could die. The theory being that she was hanging on for everyone. I could see this was true but it was still the hardest thing I have ever done is to say goodbye and tell her that I wasnt coming back to see her and that she needed to get on with dying.How wrong that is when I think about it...it is like inducing a woman into labour because someone has determined that a baby should come early. Anyway she died that evening alone in a hospital. I went and saw her at the hospital after she had passed. I never really got to discuss what she wanted in regards to funerals...all I knew is that she wanted to be cremated and inturned into the grave with her parents and Cormac, and she wanted apricot roses. So with all of the family politics over her eulogy and everything else I managed to organise a funeral with apricot roses. I remember wanting to wear bright colours as a way of celebrating her life and I read a poem at the service. It was a lovely funeral.We also went and viewed her body at the funeral home and she looked beautiful but somehow sureal.
I found her death very difficult and hard, mostly because i had just become a mother myself and was quite angry that she abandonded me at this time.
PETERS' DEATH.
Peter was my father who also died young at age 57years and five years after my mother. They had been seperated since Cormac had died and my relationship with him had become strained. I had had my second child a baby girl and had discontinued contact with Dad when I was pregnant with her. So he had not met her. He had been getting involved with some weird Spiritual stuff and I knew he had gone to Egypt. I received a phone call out of the blue from a woman who I had never met saying that he was in hospital with a brain tumour and it was terminal and I should go and see him. I seriously thought that this was a bad joke.I rang the hospital and found out that it was true and they advised me that he potentially had only 6-8 weeks to live.So I took my whole family to see him.His brother and sister came over to spend time with him and he chose not to opt for any medical intervention. He chose alternative methods instead. The medical interventions were only going to prolong his life for a short time so after witnessing mums prolonged death I supported his choices.He went and did everything he wanted to do before he died.We spoke openly about what he wanted for his funeral arrangements and I admire his acceptance of his luming death. When on his death bed I only managed to visit him briefly as I had my baby daughter with me.I told him that I loved him even though we never truly resolved our issues. He had a good friend by his side when he died in hospital. He wanted to just be cremated so we bought the cheapest(still expensive) casket and held a viewing at the funeral home. He looked sureal and cold...I didnt like it. Once he had been cremated and I had his ashes I organised a simple ceremony done by the river near his favourite diving spot. One of his friends built a small yacht and we poured his ashes into it and set it off into the river and watched it sink. His friends(mostly ex-girlfriends/ all blonde) toasted him with champagne and that was it. It felt good for me because I knew exactly what he wanted and could deliver that for him. We were probably more in line spiritually in our beliefs and I admire how he handled his own death. He didnt seem to fear it and managed to embrace it.
Cormac was my younger brother who had Cerebral Palsy from his birth, and was severely physically disabled because of this condition. I think my parents were told that he would not have a very long life expectancy due to the extremity of his disability. He had a great life and very warped sense of humour. His care and needs placed a great deal of strain on our family unit, as did the shame associated with having a disabled child. He lived at home until he was 16/17 years old and then went into care, firstly just for weekends and then for the week. He slowly got more and more scoliosis which started to create health issues for him. From the time that he was about 18years old he started to have funny breathing spells which meant he was rushed to hospital, for short stays and required treatment for respiratory problems. These spells become closer and closer and every time I expected the worse. The last time I went to visit him at the nursing home was to see him before I was to go interstate for a holiday for 6 weeks. As I finished the visit and started to leave the room he become quite upset and cried, I told him that I loved him and left feeling torn. In hindsight I think he knew that that would be our last time together. He had another breathing spell and ended up in hospital with pneumonia. He died in hospital alone on the day that I was due to fly out. I was lucky enough to have been able to have enough time to go and view his body at the hospital morgue before I flew out.I think this made his death real for me and gave me some sense of closure. I chose not to stay for the funeral. My grief did not set in until I returned home and found his death very difficult, being the first person close to me other than grandparents. His death did however set me on a path of self discovery and wanting to understand spirituality more...to find some meaning.
CORNELIAS' DEATH.
Cornelia was my mother who died at the very young age of 53 years. She died five years after the death of Cormac. She had been battling (literally) with cancer of the bowel and then secondary cancer of the spine for years. She had all of the medical treatment and many stays in a variety of hospitals. She was very determined to live and fought to the end. In the last stages of the cancer when we knew it was terminal I was pregnant with my first child and my two aunties (her sisters) stepped in and took on the management of her health care. Mum protected my brother and I a lot and wouldnt lead on to how much pain she was actually in. She was still alive when my son was born, and stayed around for my brothers wedding and hung in there for christmas but not long into the new year she died. She was in hospital and we all rallied around and stayed with her. She came from a large family so all of her brothers and sisters were visiting. She laboured for 4 days and it was advised that we all stop visiting so she could die. The theory being that she was hanging on for everyone. I could see this was true but it was still the hardest thing I have ever done is to say goodbye and tell her that I wasnt coming back to see her and that she needed to get on with dying.How wrong that is when I think about it...it is like inducing a woman into labour because someone has determined that a baby should come early. Anyway she died that evening alone in a hospital. I went and saw her at the hospital after she had passed. I never really got to discuss what she wanted in regards to funerals...all I knew is that she wanted to be cremated and inturned into the grave with her parents and Cormac, and she wanted apricot roses. So with all of the family politics over her eulogy and everything else I managed to organise a funeral with apricot roses. I remember wanting to wear bright colours as a way of celebrating her life and I read a poem at the service. It was a lovely funeral.We also went and viewed her body at the funeral home and she looked beautiful but somehow sureal.
I found her death very difficult and hard, mostly because i had just become a mother myself and was quite angry that she abandonded me at this time.
PETERS' DEATH.
Peter was my father who also died young at age 57years and five years after my mother. They had been seperated since Cormac had died and my relationship with him had become strained. I had had my second child a baby girl and had discontinued contact with Dad when I was pregnant with her. So he had not met her. He had been getting involved with some weird Spiritual stuff and I knew he had gone to Egypt. I received a phone call out of the blue from a woman who I had never met saying that he was in hospital with a brain tumour and it was terminal and I should go and see him. I seriously thought that this was a bad joke.I rang the hospital and found out that it was true and they advised me that he potentially had only 6-8 weeks to live.So I took my whole family to see him.His brother and sister came over to spend time with him and he chose not to opt for any medical intervention. He chose alternative methods instead. The medical interventions were only going to prolong his life for a short time so after witnessing mums prolonged death I supported his choices.He went and did everything he wanted to do before he died.We spoke openly about what he wanted for his funeral arrangements and I admire his acceptance of his luming death. When on his death bed I only managed to visit him briefly as I had my baby daughter with me.I told him that I loved him even though we never truly resolved our issues. He had a good friend by his side when he died in hospital. He wanted to just be cremated so we bought the cheapest(still expensive) casket and held a viewing at the funeral home. He looked sureal and cold...I didnt like it. Once he had been cremated and I had his ashes I organised a simple ceremony done by the river near his favourite diving spot. One of his friends built a small yacht and we poured his ashes into it and set it off into the river and watched it sink. His friends(mostly ex-girlfriends/ all blonde) toasted him with champagne and that was it. It felt good for me because I knew exactly what he wanted and could deliver that for him. We were probably more in line spiritually in our beliefs and I admire how he handled his own death. He didnt seem to fear it and managed to embrace it.
Monday
INTENT
As expressed in my profile most of my immediate family is deceased. I have one brother still living who I have very little contact with and a half sister who I have never met(different sort of grief attached to this one) I thought that I would briefly outline my experiences of each of these family deaths as each one was so very different and hence my reactions were very different. From each of these experiences though I have gleaned a variety of perspectives of death and dying.They have also moulded who I am today and led me to this place where I want to create a space where information can be shared and peoples access to this information at a time of grief can be made easier.
- I will be reviewing books on the subject of home death, death doulas, and do-it-yourself funerals.
-I will be creating links to the relevant Legislation and paperwork involved in undertaking your own funeral, specific to Western Australia.
-Presenting information related to the Natural Death Movement which has been around for years in England and the United States but of which Australia is yet to embrace. I know it is happening at the grassroots and that there are people in Australia creating organisations , lobbying for natural burial sites,tending to their deceased loved ones at home and performing their own funerals.
-I would also like to hear from anyone who has anything to share on the topic so that we can create an information network.
- I will be reviewing books on the subject of home death, death doulas, and do-it-yourself funerals.
-I will be creating links to the relevant Legislation and paperwork involved in undertaking your own funeral, specific to Western Australia.
-Presenting information related to the Natural Death Movement which has been around for years in England and the United States but of which Australia is yet to embrace. I know it is happening at the grassroots and that there are people in Australia creating organisations , lobbying for natural burial sites,tending to their deceased loved ones at home and performing their own funerals.
-I would also like to hear from anyone who has anything to share on the topic so that we can create an information network.
Sunday
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE.
The main theme in my life thus far has been the birth, life, death, rebirth cycle or the circle of life. It has created and moulded my life experiences and is a big part of who I am. It is these experiences which have led me to creating this blog and all that I will express within it. Grief has become a very familiar and old friend, one that I know intrinsically. It is from this place that I have developed a desire to find out more about how we can care for our dying in a more natural way and reclaim the process of tending to the dead. Thus,placing that role back into the family and the community, with a vision of creating a more healing and enriching experience for all involved.
I have been a strong advocate for home birth and birthed all of my children at home. This experience has been profound for myself, my family and community.I now believe that the essence of the home birth experience could be infused into the experience of death.Both of these experiences are rites of passage that transform us. They are times when we enter the veil and walk between the worlds...when we are stripped of all of our masks and reborn into a new form.
"Here is the circle of rebirth.Through You all passes out of life, but through Me all may be reborn again. Everything passes; everything changes. Even death is not eternal. Mine is the mystery of the womb, that is the cauldron of rebirth. Enter into Me and know Me, and You will be free of all fear. For as life is but a journey into death, so death is but a passage back to life, and in Me the circle is ever turning." (STARHAWK, 'The Spiral Dance'19
I have been a strong advocate for home birth and birthed all of my children at home. This experience has been profound for myself, my family and community.I now believe that the essence of the home birth experience could be infused into the experience of death.Both of these experiences are rites of passage that transform us. They are times when we enter the veil and walk between the worlds...when we are stripped of all of our masks and reborn into a new form.
"Here is the circle of rebirth.Through You all passes out of life, but through Me all may be reborn again. Everything passes; everything changes. Even death is not eternal. Mine is the mystery of the womb, that is the cauldron of rebirth. Enter into Me and know Me, and You will be free of all fear. For as life is but a journey into death, so death is but a passage back to life, and in Me the circle is ever turning." (STARHAWK, 'The Spiral Dance'19
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