Death, Unfinished Stuff, and a Seat at the Table

This summer I lost a friend. One moment she was vibrant and laughing at a retreat, the next she was gone—killed in a car crash on the way home. We had unresolved business between us. A conversation we both knew we needed, but postponed. We parted with a quick hug and a “we’ll talk later.” There is no later.

It’s left me wondering: why do we put off the conversations that would bring us closer? Why are we more afraid of a few minutes of discomfort than of missing the chance to be more deeply connected with someone we love?

We do the same thing with death. We avoid talking about it, plan to “get to it” someday, keep it at the edges of polite conversation. But the truth is, death is the only thing every single one of us on this planet will face. It’s part of living.

As more of us lose our parents—and increasingly, our friends and peers—we’re discovering, painfully, what we wish we’d asked or said. We’re realizing we can’t postpone these talks forever.

Come Sit With Me

Let’s bring our thoughts, fears, hopes, and logistics into the open. Let’s talk about the big stuff: mortality, loss, the practicalities, the pain, the questions, the fears. It’s all on the table.

Join me for a Death Café—a small, lightly facilitated gathering where we have real, open conversation about living and dying. No lectures. No therapy. Just people talking honestly about this thing we all share. About living fully now with the end in mind.