01/12/2025
No one says goodbye more softly than a Funeral Director
The first goodbye
to the family who must leave empty-handed,
to the hugs that carry grief,
to the hands held through sleepless nights,
to the stories told in whispered comfort.
The second goodbye
To those you lovingly dress for the last time,
No hair out of place, not to much blush, all must be perfect with no exceptions. You may be the last to ever touch them. Do it with love.
The third goodbye
Closing the casket, witnessing gutteral grief of a Mother, Father, Husband, partner, wife, child, trying to console the lost, the broken, constantly asking yourself what you could have done different or better as to not feel so helpless.
The fourth goodbye
to the colleague who walks away,
burnt out, broken, or moving on.
A nod of understanding,
a wish for peace,
knowing this fight has taken its toll.
The fifth goodbye
to the version of yourself
you leave behind with every shift.
The laughter lost, the tears swallowed,
the parts of you given away
that no memorial will ever record.
The sixth goodbye
to the long hours that steal your time,
to missed dinners and forgotten birthdays,
to the life lived between breaks and coffee,
to the self-care you postpone again and again.
And the final goodbye
to the call of service itself,
when the world seems too heavy to hold,
but the heart still whispers
stay.
Because no one says goodbye more softly than a Funeral Director.
One family at a time.
One privilage at a time.
One honour at a time.
