Your Path Home with Manners

Your Path Home with Manners End of Life Services
Elderly Care Services
Care Consultant Services Why did I want to become an End-of-Life Doula?

The fact is, I’ve been one for most of my life. My mom had a massive heart attack when I was twelve years old. She survived the heart attack but was limited on what she was able to do. Over the years, I documented twelve pages of health issues, doctor appointments, specialists, medications, and notes while caring for her until her end of life. When mom passed away, I realized the natural talent I had for caring for people and helping them during difficult time. I searched to see if there was an opportunity for me to make a career out of taking care of people and an End-of-Life Doula is what I found. As my mom and I went through her life, one of the things that I noticed was that we were always making decisions in the middle of a crisis, which is never the best time to make a decision. Even when things were planned, I always felt like I wasn’t getting all the information to make the right decisions, didn’t always know the right questions to ask, the agencies to go through, or the resources that would have helped along the way. There should have been easier ways to get answers or someone that could help me get the answers. In August of 2020, I found Doulagivers and signed up to take the Doulagivers Specialist Courses. This included the End-of-Life Doula care (CEOLD), Elderly Care, and Care Consultant classes. I’ve passed the courses and am also certified through the National End of Life Doula Alliance (NEDA). Prior to Doulagivers, I had a 22-year career at Vanguard as a Project Manager and Graphic Designer. I managed the creation of top-quality print and electronic communications from start to finish within Vanguard’s Institutional and Retail Marketing arena. Worked closely with in-house creative teams and external vendors, I ensured projects were completed on time and within specifications. At my current position at the Lansdale School of Business, as the Program Chair of Graphic Design and Web Programs and Instructor, I develop and revise curriculum and instructional materials, train faculty to ensure effective delivery of curriculum, and maintain learning environments that exceed requirements at two locations. I actively participate in advisory committee and advisory board meetings, promote enrollment and retention initiatives, and represent the school at campus and community events. To maintain subject matter expertise in accordance with standards, I regularly complete professional development coursework and activities. As an Instructor, I teach courses such as Advertising, Typography, Photoshop, Illustrator, InDesign, Video Editing, Principles of Design and HTML. I encourage students to use their talents to create individual projects with an eye toward creating a meaningful portfolio that will help them attain employment. Instruction includes how to create advertising brochures, newspaper ads, reports, invitations, newsletters, and other printed and digital materials. Along with what I learned through Doulagivers, my background in Marketing Communications, graphic design, and teaching, I am able to offer other opportunities to help with planning and enhancing different aspects of my business and supporting the families and patients I help. Hosting monthly Death Cafes is another way I plan to help the community to understand that everyone can have a peaceful death and to not be afraid to talk about what they want when they are coming to the end of their life.

Exactly. Everyone grieves their own way. There is no right or wrong way to do it. There is no time limit. ❤️
11/09/2025

Exactly. Everyone grieves their own way. There is no right or wrong way to do it. There is no time limit. ❤️

Your grief is as unique as you and the relationship with the person who died. No one can tell you how to grieve. Go at your own pace.

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11/09/2025

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Throughout history, Death has been personified in art. But Hugo Simberg's painting, The Garden of Death, shows Death as a gardener and caretaker. Simberg said that the garden is "the place where the dead go before they go to heaven". Then, when they wither, the flowers, (each of which stands for a human, individual soul), are finally transplanted to paradise.
It's a much lovelier depiction than the usually scary image of Death, don't you think?

Very true. ❤️
11/01/2025

Very true. ❤️

10/28/2025

Very interesting.

So true!
10/28/2025

So true!

I saw a quote recently; “when the elderly die, a library is lost and volumes of wisdom and knowledge are gone." This got me thinking about how much wisdom and knowledge the elderly have, and how important I think it is that we sit down with them and let them share.

Most of the patients I have sat with are over the age of 80, the eldest being 107. They tell the best stories, always sharing their opinions about the world today, and so many thoughts about love and relationships… I have learned a lot from them.

I was sitting at the bedside of a man who was dying, holding the hand of his wife of 62 years. That is a really long time (all of my relationships together do not add up to that) and I find it truly beautiful when I see a love that has lasted that long. I always ask "how did you meet," and "what is the secret to making a relationship last?" I love the stories about how they met, their courtship, their struggles, and their strengths. I could listen for hours. And the advice is usually pretty much the same; you have to have trust, communication, and deep friendship... without that you cannot possibly survive.

If you are blessed to still have grandparents or parents, sit down with them, talk to them, listen to them... you might be surprised at how much sense they make relative to life, and love. If you have small children, encourage them to do the same. And if you happen to have a little extra time on your hands, look into volunteering, it will be so good for your heart and soul, and imagine what it might do for the person sitting next to you!!!

Grab hold of those volumes of wisdom and knowledge so that their stories are not lost or forgotten. Help to keep their legacy alive, and ensure that their story continues to be told.

xo
Gabby

You can find this blog here:
https://www.thehospiceheart.net/post/wisdom-and-knowledge

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10/28/2025

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They didn’t just die.
They disappeared from everything that made up your life.

You didn’t just lose a person.
You lost the one who grounded you.
The one you loved more than anything.
The one who made everything feel less chaotic,
who made life make sense even when nothing else did.

Oh, and the things you miss.
The ones that change your life forever.
How they always knew when something was wrong.
How their laugh could pull you out of a bad day.
And that look they’d give you — the one that told you you were always safe.
Those texts, the ones that always said, I love you,
and that feeling they gave you that someone was always in your corner.

Now everything feels unsettled.
Life kept moving but forgot to take you with it.
You go through the motions, smile when you’re supposed to,
but there’s an emptiness behind your eyes no one else seems to see.

You keep the conversations going, even laugh sometimes,
but something inside you is still reaching for someone who isn’t here.

And this now leaves you sitting somewhere between yesterday and forever,
trying to make sense of a life that’s different now —
a little emptier, a little less like home.

This is so true. ❤️
10/24/2025

This is so true. ❤️

No one warns you about this one.
The relief.
The quiet, guilty breath you take after the person you love finally stops suffering.

It’s not joy. It’s not peace.
It’s something tangled in between — and it messes with your head.
Because you’re grateful their pain is gone, but you hate yourself for feeling even a second of relief.
You think, what kind of person feels better when the worst thing that could happen actually happens?

You did.
You loved them so damn much that watching them suffer became its own kind of torture.
You were grieving long before the end.
You were breaking every day they stayed in pain.

Relief doesn’t mean you wanted them gone.
It means you couldn’t bear what life was doing to them anymore.
It means you were human—watching someone you love suffer and wishing for peace, even when peace meant goodbye.

That’s the part no one warns you about.
How love can feel like both heartbreak and release in the same breath.
How you can cry because they’re gone and still feel grateful they’re free.

It doesn’t make you cold.
It makes you real.
It makes you someone who loved enough to know when enough pain was enough.

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