Wake the dead

Inspired by Ronovan’s word choice for his weekly challenge. Brought back memories of waking my mother.


Wake the dead,

sit with her

through the last long night above the earth,

laugh in her place,

and drink to the health that failed

(ah well),

and in the morning,

bear her lingering spirit to the rowan tree,

and lay her among its roots.

Water them with your tears.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

12 thoughts on “Wake the dead”

      1. The hospital wouldn’t give us my dad back because of the autopsy. He died very suddenly of a massive heart attack and had no history of a heart condition. They’d chopped him up too badly to let my mother see him.

      2. Luckily my father died at home with hospice care. He refused treatment except for pain and never did go into the hospital at all. I think of it all the time when people I know are hospitalized.

      3. My dad died in the ambulance taking him to hospital, and my mother died in hospital 36 hours after collapsing at home. She was on nothing at all. There was no point. We were able to bring her straight back when it was over.

      4. If i remember right, this was a tradition in many cultures, but now till the last minute, the schedule needs to be filled, get the most financial benefits for the shareholders of the hospitals. ;-( Michael

      5. Death is a stitch up between the hospitals and the funeral services. They present it as a question of hygiene. You have to insist if you want to bring someone home.

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