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Kelowna Death Cafe The purpose of the Death Cafe is to increase awareness of death and dying and encourage open, honest

I wish more people understood that grief isn’t just being sad and crying.Grief is being angry, being numb, being broken,...
05/06/2025

I wish more people understood that grief isn’t just being sad and crying.
Grief is being angry, being numb, being broken, and being everything in-between
Grief is so different for everyone and you just have to go thru the motions and roll with the punches.
When you’re grieving the loss of someone you grieve for what was and what will never be, grief also takes a big toll on your mental and physical health.
Grief is LOVE with nowhere to go.
Grief is trying to remind yourself that “this too shall pass”
Grief is forcing yourself out of bed to shower and eat.
Greif is isolating yourself
Grief is surrounding yourself with people and things to distract your brain from reality
Grief is ugly and rough, so if you cannot understand why people grieve so hard for so long and so deep consider yourself lucky to not understand

I am heading home today Although not the way I planned My casket is draped with a flag today I was killed in a foreign l...
12/11/2024

I am heading home today
Although not the way I planned
My casket is draped with a flag today
I was killed in a foreign land

There will be no crowd there waiting
No banner to welcome me home
There will be no cheers of joy
No display in the national dome

I was just a simple soldier
Who answered this nation's call
I signed up to protect our freedom
When I saw those towers fall

I was ready to go do battle
I didn't care what the cost might be
I wanted to make this country safe
Just as my forefathers did for me

I laid my life on the line
And was determined to do my part
It mattered not if people approved
It was right, I could feel in my heart

My division was not a large one
But our work was important to us
We endured the complaining people Who would shout in anger and cuss

But we stood our ground that evening And we did our best to hold our own
But the Lord had other plans that night And now I am going home

Not many will see my obituary
Not many even know my name
But that's not what really matters
Going to war was not any silly game

The funeral will be a small one
Friends and family attending that day One by one they will share memories
Of a soldier who was taken away

Then the guns will fire in unison
In a twenty one gun salute to me
To let others know a soldier had died Protecting all in the land of the free

The flag will be folded in unison
Then handed to my mom and dad
"On behalf of a grateful nation."
How those words always sound so sad

And when the service is over
They will go where my parents live
And one by one they'll remember
My life I was not afraid to give

I served our nation with honor
It was God's gift to me
And when I was asked about the price
I said I would keep her free

May God always bless our great nation May those who served stand with pride Remember we fought for our future
And we served to honor those who died

Today is Dia de Los Mu***os. We take the time to honor and remember those loved ones that we have lost. Celebrate them, ...
01/11/2024

Today is Dia de Los Mu***os. We take the time to honor and remember those loved ones that we have lost. Celebrate them, relish in the memories and speak their names 🙏❤️

Celebrate the ones before us and keep their memories alive, Happy Halloween to you all.
31/10/2024

Celebrate the ones before us and keep their memories alive, Happy Halloween to you all.

The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. ...
22/10/2024

The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. " I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered.

Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture...Jack stopped suddenly...

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said.

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said.

"I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Pick up at the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -- Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most was my time!"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100 percent true.

1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

4. You mean the world to someone.

5. If not for you, someone may not be living.

6. You are special and unique.

7. Have trust sooner or later you will get what you wish for or something better.

8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a hard look: you most likely turned your back on the world and the people who love and care for you.

10. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.

13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

To everyone who read this just now....

*"Thanks for your time."* 😊

~ Author unknown ~

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Kelowna DC host & facilitator

The purpose of the Death Cafe is to increase awareness of death and dying and encourage open, honest, safe discussions around a sensitive subject while encouraging people to make the most of their (finite) lives. Come out and partake in conversation, snacks and tea/coffee.

The Okanagan Regional Library downtown branch has graciously provided us with the space to hold the Death Cafe.

SHERII


  • Sherii is the owner of End of Life Goals. End of Life / Death Doula work has been a part of her family for generations. Sherii holds an End of Life Certificate and mentors graduates (in the Okanagan Area) of the Douglas College End of Life Certificate program.