Humanist funerals were happy, not sad. If humanism got things back to front, that was good because so did I.

Humanist funerals were happy, not sad. If humanism got things back to front, that was good because so did I.
We can perhaps imagine what it is to prepare for our own death. What we cannot begin to imagine is what it is like to watch someone we love dying, slowly and painfully, in front of our eyes.
Ronnie wanted lots of music for his funeral but what he DIDN’T want was for me to talk about his life.
Love is the ultimate doing word, the vital verb, and to be able to express that, in our own words, on the day we chose to formalise our journey together, was hugely important to us.
It’s time to rewrite the Book of Common Prayer.
The debate about Assisted Dying has been going on for a long time now.
A good life should end with a good death.
Most of us are more afraid of speaking in public than we are of dying, and what Lyeona did was extraordinary.
We spoke to each other from the heart in front of all our loved ones – it was entirely unrehearsed and raw but that’s why it was perfect!
As Barack Obama said the other day, “despair is not an option”. We need to keep trying.