Death Cafe Sydney - write up
A write up of Death Cafe - Sydney
By April Lewis
I turned up to ‘death café’ alone - on a humid sunny day in Annandale. It had taken me two attempts to get up the guts, but I’m glad that I did; because the enormous berry muffins, lovely coffee and genuine company made this a really worthwhile experience. In this culturally rare space conversation flowed and I was surprised at how comfortable it felt to talk about death. For me, I had spent twenty six years suppressing my grief so it was a relief to feel able to speak. I heard sad stories and funny ones - from someone whose husband had died a mere month ago to a palliative care nurse.
Two hours flew by and then death café was over. I walked outside and the weather had changed: torrential rain, lightning, thunder and flooding and I couldn’t help thinking that this was meant to be. (A-M)