Hahn Funeral Home & Cremation Services, Inc.

02/04/2026

Registration for the next Death Cafe is open! Follow the link below to register. Space is limited and these fill up fast.
https://millvale.librarycalendar.com/event/death-cafe-1396

02/01/2026

01/30/2026

There are waves that don’t warn you…
a scent, a song, a light in the kitchen at the wrong time of day.

Grief doesn’t follow a timeline and is unique to you.

If you’re missing someone, may the memories feel like a place you can rest.

01/29/2026

Pittsburgh’s Telephone of the Wind was installed in 2023.

01/23/2026

01/16/2026

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01/07/2026

I haven't done a What's New Wednesday in a bit because we've been waiting on book deliveries. This week I wanted to feature To Die For: A Cookbook of Gravestone Recipes. This book has recipes and bios for the people that have those recipes on their gravestones. Very specific and very interesting!
-Megan the Librarian

12/28/2025

An essential public service is hidden away in a Millvale alley. Tucked into a corner behind the gallery and performance space The Maple Leaf, you’ll find

12/23/2025

Life is a gift
a tender breath wrapped in light
something we sometimes forget to marvel at
until it slips away.
We rush through moments
thinking there will always be more
until time reminds us
that nothing is promised
and everything is precious.

Life is meant to be held close
to be savored, cherished and
enjoyed.
If we learned that sooner
maybe our hearts
would rest easier in the end.

Life is the sound of laughter spilling through open doors
but it can also be silence
Life is the gentle act of kindness shared in passing
Life is patience when the world feels heavy
Life is presence when words can’t fix a thing.

Life is joy
not the fleeting kind
but the deep, soul-wide kind
that fills us until we overflow.

Life is mine.
Life is yours.
Life is ours.
A weaving of hearts and hopes and stories.
We live it together
in the small acts that echo long after we are gone.

And if we do anything right in this life
let it be this:
to make a difference
to choose compassion
to honor one another
and to walk gently in peace
so that when others remember us,
they will say...
“I want to live my life the way they did.”

xo
Gabby

You can find this poem here:
https://www.thehospiceheart.net/post/life-is

12/20/2025

Christmas amplifies the pain of grieving due to memories, traditions, and the pressure to find happiness.

Reach out for support whether that is your trusted family member or friend if you are feeling overwhelmed, lonely and sad. You do not have to manage on your own.

12/14/2025

On December 14th 2025, a single moment connects us across the world.

At the same time, in different homes, cities, and countries, candles are lit for those we love and miss.
A single flame to say
you mattered
you are remembered
you are still loved.

It doesn’t matter how long it’s been…
or who you’re lighting your candle for.

One candle. One moment. A world full of love that never disappeared.

12/12/2025

The Exhale
A poem by Gabby Jimenez

It begins long before the last breath
Long before the room goes still
It starts in that first moment
when a diagnosis enters the air
and something inside you
quietly tightens.

From there, the waiting starts
You hold your breath without meaning to
through each update
each slow change
each “let’s see what tomorrow brings”
You learn the landscape of decline
by instinct
listening for shifts no one else hears
showing up again and again
because love holds you in place.

Caring for someone who is dying
creates its own rhythm
a steady, quiet bracing
for whatever comes next
It reshapes your days
your nights
your lungs
You try to stay ready
even when ready isn’t possible.

And then their last breath comes
Soft
Final
Not dramatic, just true.

But the breath that breaks you
isn’t theirs
It’s yours
That long, trembling exhale
you didn’t know you were holding
A release wrapped in relief
in grief
in the sharp ache
of a chapter closing.

We think the final breath
belongs to the dying.

But the truth is
the real ending is ours
the exhale that follows
the one that carries
the weight, the love, the loss
and the letting go.

That exhale…
our exhale
that’s the moment
it all becomes real.

You can find this poem here:
https://www.thehospiceheart.net/post/the-exhale