{"id":240716,"date":"2023-08-21T12:00:50","date_gmt":"2023-08-21T11:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=240716"},"modified":"2023-08-01T05:55:41","modified_gmt":"2023-08-01T04:55:41","slug":"how-to-say-goodbye-an-illustrated-field-guide-to-accompanying-a-loved-one-at-the-end-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2023\/08\/how-to-say-goodbye-an-illustrated-field-guide-to-accompanying-a-loved-one-at-the-end-of-life\/","title":{"rendered":"How to Say Goodbye: An Illustrated Field Guide to Accompanying a Loved One at the End of Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u201cDeath is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love,\u201d Rilke wrote<\/a> while ailing with leukemia. To comprehend the luckiness of death<\/a> is to comprehend life itself. When a loved one is dying and we get to be by their side, it is a double luckiness \u2014 lucky that we got to have the love at all, and lucky, which is not everyone\u2019s luck, that we get to say goodbye. Even so, accompanying a loved one as they exit life is one of the most difficult and demanding experiences you could have.<\/p>\n

How to move through it is what my talented friend and sometime-collaborator Wendy MacNaughton<\/a> explores in How to Say Goodbye<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>) \u2014 a tender illustrated field guide to being present with and for what Alice James called \u201cthe most supremely interesting moment in life,\u201d<\/a> drawing on Wendy\u2019s time as artist-in-residence at the Zen Hospice Project in San Francisco and her own profound experience at her beloved aunt\u2019s deathbed.<\/p>\n

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Punctuating Wendy\u2019s signature ink-and-watercolor illustrations of Zen Hospice residents and her soulful pencil sketches of her aunt are spare words relaying the wisdom of hospice caregivers: what to say, how to listen, how to show up, how to stay present with both the experience of the dying and your own.<\/p>\n

The book\u2019s beating heart is an invitation to grow comfortable with change, with uncertainty, with vulnerability, radiating a living affirmation of the great Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh\u2019s insistence that \u201cwhen you love someone, the best thing you can offer that person is your presence.\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

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If you don\u2019t know what to say, start by saying that.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s very vulnerable.<\/p>\n

So much falling away. The body falling apart.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a lot going on in that conversation.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s current.<\/p>\n

Right here.<\/p>\n

Right now.<\/p>\n

Neither of you knows what to do in this situation.<\/p>\n

That opens things up.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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In lovely symmetry to Zen Hospice Project founder Frank Ostaseski\u2019s five invitations for the end of life<\/a>, Wendy draws on what she learned from caregivers and distills the five most powerful things we can say to the loved one dying \u2014 \u201ca framework for a conversation of love, respect, and closure,\u201d rendered in words of great depth and great simplicity, like the language of children, for it is this realm of unselfconscious candor we return to at the end:<\/p>\n

I forgive you.<\/p>\n

Please forgive me.<\/p>\n

Thank you.<\/p>\n

I love you.<\/p>\n

Goodbye.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Emanating from these tender pages is a reminder that death merely magnifies the fundamental fact of living: We are fragile motes of matter in the impartial hand of chance, beholden to entropy<\/a>, haunted by loss, saved only by love.<\/p>\n

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Complement How to Say Goodbye<\/em><\/strong><\/a> with Rebecca Elson\u2019s \u201cAntidotes to Fear of Death\u201d<\/a> and Anna Belle Kaufman\u2019s stunning poem about how to live and how to die<\/a>, then revisit Mary Gaitskill on how to move through life when your parents are dying<\/a> \u2014 some of the simplest, most difficult and redemptive life-advice ever offered.<\/p>\n

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Illustrations courtesy of Wendy MacNaughton<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a> My name is <\/em>Maria Popova<\/em><\/a> \u2014 a reader, a wonderer, and a lover of reality who makes sense of the world and herself through the essential inner dialogue that is the act of writing. <\/em>The Marginalian<\/em> (which <\/em>bore the unbearable name <\/em>Brain Pickings<\/a> for its first 15 years) is my one-woman labor of love, exploring what it means to live a decent, inspired, substantive life of purpose and gladness. Founded in 2006 as a weekly email to seven friends, eventually brought online and now included in the Library of Congress permanent web archive, it is a record of my own becoming as a person \u2014 intellectually, creatively, spiritually, poetically \u2014 drawn from my extended marginalia on the search for meaning across literature, science, art, philosophy, and the various other tendrils of human thought and feeling. A private inquiry irradiated by the ultimate question, the great quickening of wonderment that binds us all: What is all this? (<\/em>More<\/em><\/a>\u2026) <\/em><\/p>\n

Go to Original \u2013 themarginalian.org<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

To comprehend the luckiness of death is to comprehend life itself. When a loved one is dying and we get to be by their side, it is a double luckiness \u2014 lucky that we got to have the love at all, and lucky, which is not everyone\u2019s luck, that we get to say goodbye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":240719,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[63],"tags":[1169,1170,2553,2237],"class_list":["post-240716","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-inspirational","tag-death","tag-life","tag-love","tag-wisdom"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240716","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=240716"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240716\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":240720,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/240716\/revisions\/240720"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/240719"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=240716"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=240716"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=240716"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}