‘Living Memorials’ Allow Tributes Before Loved Ones Die

Gaining in popularity, the gatherings differ in types and purpose


Living Memorials

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Linda Singer has had ovarian cancer for nine years. In recent months, her health has worsened significantly. Rather than dwelling on looming death and planning a traditional funeral service, the Atlanta woman chose the opposite course: a celebration of life.

So, on Jan. 12, more than 100 of her friends came from around the country with anecdotes and remembrances to share while Singer was still around to hear them.

“Everyone was upbeat and happy, and Singer had such a good time,” says her friend, Joy Harris, who, like most of Singer’s friends, calls her by her last name. Harris took care of the logistics for the gathering. “The room was just full of love. If you didn’t know anyone there and walked in the room, you would feel the love,” she says.

Such gatherings are becoming increasingly common for the terminally ill and their loved ones, most of whom have attended countless post-death, standard-issue services, wistfully hoping that somehow, the recently departed could hear the accolades heaped upon them.

In recent years, Charlotte Eulette, international director of the Celebrant Foundation & Institute, has seen a steady uptick in the number of “living funerals” her celebrants have been asked to coordinate and/or perform. In general, memorials are morphing before our eyes: A National Funeral Directors Association survey found that more than half of 1,000 people it polled had attended a gathering in a non-traditional place during the last year.

“[Americans] are looking for personalized funerals, where personal lives unfold, about what they liked, their history and challenges, important moments, hopes and dreams for their family,” Eulette says.

Living Funerals for Different Reasons

More and more people are opting to have that sharing experience before their bodies have “slipped the surly bonds of Earth,” looking for an amalgam of commemoration and celebration.

And some have other agendas, as Eulette noted: “People might have things they want to give away … Someone might want to treat the honoree with a favorite song. Everyone has their gifts to give and get.”

These kind of tributes are not new, even if they are new to many, if not most, Americans. Eulette pointed out that “a lot of ancients and indigenous (people) have done this.”

The popular memoir Tuesdays with Morrie included a living funeral, and in the 1990s, the Japanese began holding such rites, called “seizensō,” in lieu of traditional funerals.

Eulette says at least two factors have fueled the more recent popularity of living funerals. She cites Princess Diana’s death in 1997 and 9/11 as “tipping points on how we grieve, with people wanting to personalize these experiences.” Meanwhile, the mindfulness movement has changed how many people view death and the end of life.

Spirituality and Joy

Robin June Hood saw that firsthand when her husband, John Shields, decided to hold a living wake just before his assisted suicide in Victoria, British Columbia, which was chronicled in The New York Times.

“All I did was send out an email to his friends that this is what he wants, to come at such-and-such time and bring your wishes for a good voyage,” Hood said. “It was an encouragement of everybody, who also will die, that it was OK, to welcome them into his exploration of the next journey.”

The Celebrant Foundation’s Penny Allport served as officiant at the observance, which had spiritual and festive aspects. She brought a Tibetan prayer shawl on which people could place their blessings, but Allport ran into a snag right away.

“I had prepared notes, and they were in my purse behind the door, and then they wheeled John in and put him in front of the door so I had no access,” she explains. “So I recited a prayer that I had written and was something people had never heard. Then I asked for others to speak, and a woman opened up a Rumi poem, and it was the exact same poem that was in my purse.”

After each person spoke, “John [a former Catholic priest] would say something profound about that person. It was a current that was so deep in him. … He created this liminal space and invited everybody into it,” Hood says.

The remembrance then became more convivial. “It was an Irish wake. John was Irish, and he wanted Irish music and … there were Irish beers floating around,” says Allport, adding that it reminded her of similar traditions in other cultures, where “it’s not so controlled. It’s carrying the emotion and magic and potency for that particular person.”

Time to Share Stories

Singer’s celebration also was filled with good cheer, says her friend Pat Coggins.

“People were telling such great stories. Like one summer when she was young, she and a friend boiled peanuts and sold them at events at a park. One time they got approached by a cop who said ‘Do you have a license to sell these?’ Linda is really quick-witted and turned to her partner, Denise, and said ‘Did you not bring that license, did you leave it in the car?’ And in the midst of them arguing, the cop got another call and just left them,” Coggins recalls.

“It wasn’t like a memorial. It was truly, as she called it, a celebration of life. People were able to eat, to dance. She was able to walk around and spend as much time as she could with her friends and family. There were no tears, lots of laughter, lots of camaraderie,” she says.

Living funerals take many forms. Some are held in churches or synagogues, some even in bars. Potlucks are popular options.

Timing, of course, is a key factor. Waiting too late can make the event, well, too late. Harris says she was concerned about Singer. “I didn’t know if she was going to make it,” she says.

Allport had a client who was very private and had only a son in her family circle. “She could have died alone with her son and myself,” Allport says, “but her sharing with her community was that the space opened up for an authentic and real experience, by slowing down and having less sense of urgency. She and her son made soup, and children came and brought licorice and sat on the couch with her, and they brought a card blessing her in her afterlife. And I thought ‘wow, we need children at these things.’”

For those who time it right, these commemorations can provide solace, joy, closure, relationship resolution and perhaps more than anything else, precious face time.

At Shields’ wake, “Everyone was elevated by it,” Hood says. “It was almost like a blessing that went in two directions. It’s a pretty incredible opportunity for people to have love reflected back to them.”

 By Bill WardBill Ward is a freelance wine, food, travel and lifestyle writer. His “Liquid Assets” column runs in the Minneapolis Star Tribune, and he has a wine website, www.decant-this.com, with a blog and a travel-itinerary service. He won a James Beard Award in 2004 for a series on Italian regional cuisine. He lives in the Minneapolis suburb of Hopkins, Minn., with his wife, Sandy.

Dealing with struggle – Richard Rohr

Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation

From the Center for Action and Contemplation

Image credit: The Gulf Stream (detail), Winslow Homer, 1899, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, New York.

Week Fourteen

Dying Before You Die

Stumble and Fall
Sunday, March 31, 2019

Something in you dies when you bear the unbearable. And it is only in that dark night of the soul that you are prepared to see as God sees and to love as God loves. —Ram Das [1]

Sooner or later, if you are on any classic “spiritual schedule,” some event, person, death, idea, or relationship will enter your life with which you simply cannot cope using your present skill set, acquired knowledge, or willpower. Spiritually speaking, you will be led to the edge of your own private resources. At that point, you will stumble over a necessary “stumbling stone” (see Isaiah 8:14). You must “lose” at something, and then you begin to develop the art of losing. This is the only way that Life/Fate/God/Grace/Mystery can get you to change, let go of your egocentric preoccupations, and go on the further and larger journey.

We must stumble and fall, I am sorry to say. We must be out of the driver’s seat for a while, or we will never learn how to give up control to the Real Guide. It is the necessary pattern. Until we are led to the limits of our present game plan and find it to be insufficient, we will not search out or find our real Source. Alcoholics Anonymous calls it the Higher Power. Jesus calls this Ultimate Source the “living water” at the bottom of the well (see John 4:10-14).

The Gospels teach us that life is tragic but then graciously added that we can survive and will even grow from this tragedy. This is the great turnaround! It all depends on whether we are willing to see down as up or, as Joseph Campbell (1904–1987) put it, “where you stumble, there lies your treasure.” [2] Lady Julian of Norwich (1342–1416) said it even more poetically, and I paraphrase: “First there is the fall, and then we recover from the fall—and both are the mercy of God!” [3]

The Prayer of Abandonment by Brother Charles de Foucauld (1858–1916) expresses openness and intention to give up control to God in the middle of life, even before our physical death:

Father,
I abandon myself into your hands;
do with me what you will.
Whatever you may do, I thank you:
I am ready for all, I accept all.

Let only your will be done in me
and in all your creatures—
I wish no more than this, O Lord.

Into your hands I commend my soul:
I offer it to you with all the love of my heart,
for I love you, Lord, and so need to give myself,
to surrender myself into your hands without reserve,
and with boundless confidence,
for you are my Father. [4]

Gateway to Presence:
If you want to go deeper with today’s meditation, take note of what word or phrase stands out to you. Come back to that word or phrase throughout the day, being present to its impact and invitation.

[1] Ram Das, in Stephen and Ondrea Levine, Who Dies?: An Investigation of Conscious Living and Conscious Dying (Anchor Books: 1982, 1989), 89.

[2] Reflections on the Art of Living: A Joseph Campbell Companion, ed. Diane K. Osbon (Harper Perennial: 1995), 24.

[3] Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love, chap. 61.

[4] Charles De Foucauld, from a retreat meditation he shared in Nazareth (November, 1897). See Charles de Foucauld: Writings, ed. Robert Ellsberg (Orbis Books: 1999), 104. Brother Charles assigned these words to Jesus in Gethsemane, calling them “the last prayer of our Master, our Beloved.” This became a favorite prayer of Fr. Thomas Keating (1923–2018) toward the end of his life and was read at his memorial service last year.

Adapted from Richard Rohr, A Spring Within Us: A Book of Daily Meditations (CAC Publishing: 2016), 114-115.

Image credit: The Gulf Stream (detail), Winslow Homer, 1899, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, New York.

Dying Deliciously

“The hills are alive with the sound of mommy!“ 

That is the opening sentence my sister wrote for our mother’s obituary. The day before Thanksgiving, 2014, our beloved friend and nurturer was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer and given 5 months to live. I was doing my own dance with ovarian cancer for the second time.  Visiting her in the hospital, I became aware of how vulnerable I was, still in chemotherapy treatment. I was already in remission so with the approval of my oncologist, I stopped three sort of the 18 weak protocol to walk mommy home.

My sister and I agreed that Mom would only die once so we vowed to make it a good death! Whatever that meant…  One of us was with her all the time.  We would take turns, one or two weeks at a time, never knowing of course how much time we have left with her.

Pancreatic cancer can be very nasty way to go. Life was filled with doctors appointments,  paracentesis and other procedures, a plethora of pills, and visits from friends.  The pills made her crazy at times and she would lash out. It was way too easy to get my feelings hurt but I had to remember over and over again that she was not herself.

Years ago an acquaintance asked her what the secret was to having such a good relationship with her daughters, because her daughters and her own relationship was in turmoil. My mom said something to her and forgot all about it. Two years later, this same friend found my mom and threw her arms around her! She thanked her profusely for changing her relationship with her kids! My mom asked “what did I say?”

“Let every thought I think, let every word I speak, let everything I do be out of love.“  That sums up Mommy all right! So when she was acting crazy and less than loving because of her illness and the drugs, that became my mantra. It wasn’t easy.    I know from being on both sides, it’s much easier being the patient than it is a caregiver!  I have never felt so helpless in my life.

One of the many lessons mom taught us was to embrace and honor our feelings. She believed that every emotion had value when harnessed and embraced. “It’s not the emotion itself that causes harm,” she’d say, “it’s what we do with our emotions that can cause harm.”  Mommy taught us how to cry! She believed that tears are a fabulous way to release grief and that anger was a normal response and could be channeled for great creativity!  So I guess it didn’t surprise me when my sister and I both came to the same conclusion after one side gripping, gut wrenching, grief releasing crying jag just weeks before she passed. This is DELICIOUS!

Wait a minute, how can death be delicious?  It wasn’t death itself, but the accompanying angst that is so much a part of who we are!  How could we ignore or push away this pain? Wasn’t it true that we felt so bad because we loved so good!?  Her friends got it. We invited them one or two at a time to come be with mom whenever they could. It was a nice time for me or my sister to get away for an hour or two. But it was a precious way of including her beloved friends that otherwise would’ve been left in the dark.

I had found and joined the Threshold Choir in 2012, as I was finishing the first dance of 18 weeks of chemo. I have been singing all my life, but singing at the bedside for people who are hovering between life and death, is by far the most sacred way I have ever used my voice.  Mommy was a singer. My sister and I sang together in harmony as often as we possibly could throughout our entire lives.  It was one of Mom’s biggest thrills… To hear us laugh and sing. So it was the most natural thing in the world to sit on either side of her, hold hands, and sing her home. On April 20, 2015, pretty close to five months from the initial diagnosis, mommy gave my sister and I her last breath as we sang her home.

Now I know what I want to do with my dying breath. To be sung to in lullaby tones is to be  cradled in the arms of song. There are about 300 songs available to this international organization. Song was written specifically for this precious purpose. I have written songs that are in the repertoire and that I want sung to me. Singing is such a personal gift, such a vulnerable act and so incredibly sacred, that it transcends tears and trauma. I want to give my last breath to those singing me to the other side!  I might have that opportunity sooner than later.

In August, my oncologist said I had 12 to 18 months to live, with treatment now that will only slow down the progress of the disease.  With the help of my friends, choir members, sister and other family members, I choose to live in harmony.  I choose to share widely, to sing softly, to love deeply, to die deliciously.

Come sing me home!

Lauren Lane Powell

www.LaurenLanePowell.com

Bio. Lauren Lane Powell is an expert vocal coach, recording artist composer, keynote speaker and author of the book “Holy Shift! Everything’s a Gift!”

She has been featured in Bloom magazine, New Horizons, and the Daily Word.  She is a codirector of threshold choir, here in Bloomington and is a regular contributor to the International Threshold choir Newsletter.

Lauren has been interviewed on radio shows with hosts like, Sandra Champlain, (Richard Brenden) Cathy Dewitt and George Whitten to name a few.

She has been the main keynoter speaker for the Unity Minister conference, several Great Lakes Unity Musician’s Conferences, and the Judith Coates Jeshua retreat,

She has a degree from Indiana University in voice and music education.

Lauren traveled extensively throughout the US and Puerto Rico facilitating her Sing For Your Soul and Harmonies of Healing workshops where her motto is “If you can laugh you can sing!”

Dying Before We Die

Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation
From the Center for Action and Contemplation

Image credit: Autumn Leaves (detail), Koan, 2018.

Thursday, November 22, 2018
Thanksgiving in the United States

In one way or another, almost all religions say that you must die before you die, and then you will know what dying means—and what it does not mean! Your usual viewing platform is utterly inadequate to see what is real. It is largely useless to talk about the very ground of your being, your True Self, or your deepest soul until you have made real contact with these at least once. That demands dying to the old viewing platform of the mental ego and the false self. There is just no way around that. If you do make contact, you forever know that something is there that can be talked about, relied upon, and deeply trusted. You move from religion as mere belief to religion as a new kind of knowing.

Kathleen Dowling Singh explains why we must die before we die: “The ordinary mind and its delusions die in the Nearing Death Experience. As death carries us off, it is impossible to any longer pretend that who we are is our ego. The ego is transformed in the very carrying off.” [1]

Some form of death—psychological, spiritual, relational, or physical—is the only way we will loosen our ties to our small and separate false self. Only then does it return in a new shape which we might call the Risen Christ, the soul, or the True Self.

What dies? Your false self—and it is just a matter of when, not if.

Who lives? The God Self that has always lived, but now includes you.
Note that it’s a what that dies, and a who that lives!

Once you know that life and death are not two but are part of a whole, you will begin to view reality in a holistic, undivided way, and that will be the change that changes everything. This is nondual consciousness. No one can teach you this. Even Jesus had to walk it on his own, which is the only meaning of God “requiring” his death of him. Jesus calls this goal the “destiny” of the “Human One” (Mark 8:31), and he seems to know that he is a stand-in for all of us (Mark 10:39)—much more than he ever walks around saying, “I am God”! The only person Jesus ever calls a “devil” is Peter when he, the so-called “infallible” first pope, tries to oppose Jesus’ central message of death and resurrection (Matthew 16:23).

Gateway to Presence:
If you want to go deeper with today’s meditation, take note of what word or phrase stands out to you. Come back to that word or phrase throughout the day, being present to its impact and invitation.

[1] Kathleen Dowling Singh, The Grace in Dying: A Message of Hope, Comfort, and Spiritual Transformation (HarperOne: 2000), 219.

Adapted from Richard Rohr, Immortal Diamond: The Search for Our True Self (Jossey-Bass: 2013), 59-60, 62, 66, 81.

Image credit: Autumn Leaves (detail), Koan, 2018.