Spring can be a very difficult time to die. When the world returns to new life, teeming with hope and promise, facing death can feel particularly cruel with this juxtaposition. But in that conflicting space, there can be an opportunity for reflection. My clients, when they take their life inventories, often speak of their childhood, when they were still gold, nature’s hardest hue to hold. They speak of their families and schoolteachers, their pets and kitchen tables, friends and vacations. The carefree memories of youth serve as a guidepost for death, reminding the dying person of their innocent youth and acting as a salve in the remembrance of the security they’d felt as children.
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