“It is the first
time I have been able to talk about my mother’s death without ending up a
gibbering wreck”
This parting
comment brought home to me what the Death Café was all about. An
opportunity for people to have a space in which they could discuss their
thoughts and fears about death openly.
Suffolk held
its first Death Café on the 24th October. With the addition of four Buddhists
from Norfolk, twenty nine people gathered upstairs at the Woolpit
Institute to eat Victoria sponge and Bakewell tart, and talk about
life and death.
The conversation
was wide ranging. The problem with scattering ashes on a windy day
come up more than once. I particularly enjoyed discussing the
illicit scattering of ashes 'Great Escape' style. One person
commented she spent a lot of time at the Clinique counter in Debenhams and
would like to have her ashes scattered there. I predict a great
future for guerrilla ash scattering.
Ashes apart,
feelings and attitudes to death were explored. Several present commented
how it was easier to discuss such matters with strangers than with the people
that they knew.
The question of
who had control of funeral arrangements was a hot topic. Several
people were concerned that they should be seen off in the manner that they
wanted.
I was taken by
the openness of those who having found it difficult to discuss such issues with
their parents were far more open to discussing the question of death with their
children. I was asked whether or not I’d discussed death with my own
children and admitted that I had not. Arriving home we promptly had
such a conversation.
My
daughter India commented her School had experienced more than one
death and holding of a Death Café for the school children would be a great
idea. This is something I hope to explore further.
“Why",
asked one attendee "if a child is murdered by a paedophile should they
have a church service which is televised and presided over by a Bishop when a
child who dies of cancer does so in anonymity. Is one child’s life
more important than others?”
When people die
do we still see their echo? One person described a very vivid
experience of being scolded by his deceased mother when he
spilt sugar over the dinner table. Another commented how
they thought they had seen their dead mother in the street on more than one
occasion despite the fact that their mother was not only dead but had died and
lived in another country.
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Ena Sharples |
All present were
invited to take part in the Queen Victoria and Ena Sharples
test. Ena was very upfront in her relation to her own mother’s death
whereas Queen Victoria spent some 40 years in seclusion and
mourning. The general view was that death was something to be
upfront about and not hidden away in a dark corner.
Our first Death
Café had opened a door that many of those present wanted to go through
again. We will be holding further Death Café’s in East Anglia.
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