Journey’s End, by Victoria Brewster and Julie Saeger Nierenberg

Death, Dying, and The End of Life

We are honored to present today’s book, now on a Book Blast tour with iRead Book Tours.  Death and dying reaches into every one of our lives, bringing with it an array of emotions and reactions.  In Journey’s End, Authors Brewster and Nierenberg help us understand what each person involved is going through.

It’s an important work that I hope you too will find helpful.  Learn more about the book and both authors below.  You will be glad you did.

As part of the tour, Julie has shared a guest post with us, relating to the discussion of dying.  It’s a lovely article that may help you find answers as well.

Here it is…

Did Your Dada Melt Like the Snowman? 

Julie Saeger Nierenberg

When Grandma died at the age of seventy-seven, I was thirteen. Grandma had breast cancer, discovered after it metastasized into her back, and the pain there was unbearable. Her stoicism kept her from complaining for a long time.

In the late 1960s there was very little that could be done to slow the progression of such a significant spread of the disease. Perhaps now would be no different. I do not recall all the things that were tried to halt the spread of disease and ease her end of life, but my impression was they didn’t do much that helped and may have increased her discomfort at times. She was in and out of hospital treatment.

At one point, she was at home in a bedridden state while I visited there, half a continent from my own home, and we talked openly about her condition. She held my hand and looked me in the eye and smiled as she talked. She seemed brave. Resigned. Accepting. Sad.

After she died, we accompanied my parents and my grandfather at her memorial service, conducted in the manner of Friends (Quakers). Attendees stood to share from their hearts about their beloved F/friend. I wept openly, especially sad for my father who had no siblings with whom he could share the loss of his mom. My grandfather would now be alone in his home, his only son and grandkids living far, far away.

Some of the Quakers’ shared messages spoke to my condition, and I felt okay with weeping, a first for me to do so publicly. I knew in my heart Grandma was better off dead than continuing to suffer so much. It helped me to accept her death, knowing that her recent life had been so painful. Listening to everyone’s stories, I wished I had gotten to know her better than I did. She was so well loved.

Every day I “click to fund mammograms” on a website that matches every click with a sponsored donation. This is my way of remembering my grandmother and taking some action to help others stay healthy. I keep her memory close to my heart.

My maternal grandfather, Dada, died at the age of eighty-nine, an event that occurred while I attended college in a town very near where he and my grandmother Mamaw lived. I felt very fortunate to be able to support Mamaw, to be close to her while others in the family travelled to attend the funeral and be with her in mourning. While the timing of his death was not expected, the likelihood of death at any time was something we’d accepted long before because of his medical condition. He’d had close brushes with death many times in the past.

Two of my grandparents lived into their mid-nineties, and I feel so very fortunate to get to know them so well in my own adulthood.

Mamaw lived on her own after Dada died, about seven years in all, performing all her own household tasks and personal upkeep until she broke her hip while sweeping off her icy front porch. Being bedridden after the fall led to her pneumonia and eventual death within a few weeks. She had broken her hip, one or the other, several times in her elderhood; but this time she didn’t rally enough to survive the ordeal. When I visited her shortly before her death, she seemed accepting, ready, and at peace with life’s end.

Granddaddy, who’d been living as a widower for nearly twenty years, was “ripe and ready to go” when he died at the age of ninety-six. He was lucid and wondered daily why he was “still here” and what purpose could be served by his remaining alive. I gained compassion for this stage of the dying experience when a body is not as ready as its heart and mind.

Granddaddy wanted to talk about it, and together we cried a bit. He wiped my tears and I wiped his, a moment of connection I will always treasure. He was ready to join his beloved, my grandma, who died so many years before.

So finally, on Christmas Day, he got his wish. His death on that day always seemed an added bonus to the Spirit-of-Christmas experience. I remember it as the greatest gift for him to receive the blessing of passing on that special day.

Many years after all my grandparents had died, my two children and I were discussing them while looking at old photographs. One photo of my grandfather Dada, while a young man, reminded me of my nephew; and my daughters saw the resemblance too.

My older daughter Kerry, age six or seven, asked, “Did I ever meet Dada?”

I responded, “No, he was dead before either of you were born.” They remained quiet, and I continued, “He lived a long and happy life, and though I miss him, I’m not sad that he died. It was his time. His body was very weak and ready to be finished with life.” After another long and quiet pause, I added, “If you ever have any questions about your ancestors, your great-grandparents or others in the family, please ask and I’ll do my best to answer.”

Kerry scooted along to play, seemingly satisfied; but her little sister, Valerie, age two or three at most, stayed behind. She looked into my eyes, reached across the table where we sat to pat my arm gently, as she said, “It’s okay, Mama. Did your Dada melt like the snowman?” I did my best to answer her in terms she might understand, and sometimes that was a challenge. She knew that when a snowman melted, he was no more, and that was our reference point.

And so began a series of questions and answers interspersed over the years to come when Valerie would chat with me about death and dying. She wanted me to promise not to die—ever. I told her that I couldn’t do that, but I promised to be as healthy as I could be for the rest of my life so I could live a good long life and we could be together as long as possible. That answer seemingly satisfied her.

Throughout my life, I regard these conversations as a sacred honor, something I can pass along to my children. Just as my own youthful experiences of death informed and influenced my life, they also influence the way I share death with my children and grandchildren. These open conversations help us to create a legacy of life that includes its endpoint on this earthly plane.

When we accept death and grief, and expect the unexpected, we help our young family members to do the same. 


The Tour


Book Details:

Book Title: Journey’s End: Death, Dying and the End of Life
Authors: Victoria Brewster & Julie Saeger Nierenberg
​Category: Adult Non-Fiction; 558 pages
​Genre: Resource/Educational
Publisher: Xlibris
Release date: July 20, 2017
Tour dates: Sept 4 to 22, 2017
Content Rating: PG-13 + M
Book Description:In Journey’s End, we write about death, dying, and end of life issues. We attempt to define and describe these real-life circumstances, and we discuss ways to proactively deal with them. Multiple personal and professional perspectives provide valuable insights.What is dying like for dying persons, for loved ones, and for those who lend support in the process? Each experience will have unique qualities. Everyone dies in his own way, on his own schedule. While we explore the dying process, we make no assumptions about how any particular death will unfold.Grief and bereavement support, training tools, and educational resources are included.
Meet the Authors:

Victoria has a master of social work degree. She has worked as a case manager with older adults for the past seventeen years and as a group facilitator. Her past work experience was as a therapist with children and families, and as a case manager for adults with mental health issues. She just launched a consulting business, NorthernMSW to focus on end of life issues, planning, training, and advocacy, along with memoir writing and life legacy writing.

Julie was inspired equally by her professional backgrounds as a biomedical researcher and long time educator. Julie values open and lively discussions based on interview and research findings, trends in health and wellness, and exciting new modalities of treatment and professional education. She believes it will be through such discussions that we will create new and more satisfying cultural paradigms within which we may live all the days of our lives with dignity and quality of care.

Connect with the authors: Website ~ Facebook


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