Stories from: The Living Well, St Helens

I feel lucky that as a child my parents did not hide me from death. I have lovely last memories

We were a bit dubious about viewing the body, the first death of one of our family. We did view

Donald Frederick Stanley from being a small child loved model airplanes – remote control ones. Following his death at 78

I’m a solicitor, one of my clients told me this story. Their father had died and wanted to be buried

My family is to die for, I promise to instil courage to them, by talking, being scrupulous and honest. To

Dad was 64 – unfair. The dreaded ‘c’ word. A ‘professor’ told us he had 9 minutes to live –

My friend was single, no kids. I was married, three kids, busy life. She kept trying to make a date

I grew up in Wales – in the middle of the country. When my dad died it was late at

As a child I was excluded from my Grandma’s funeral. I felt unimportant as if my feelings didn’t matter. When

I nursed a lady on a hospital ward when I was working a night shift. This lady’s wishes, which were