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Welcome to the Death Kin Commons! Where all things death and dying are encouraged to be shared and discussed.
Each month The Death Kin will be sharing a prompt of some sort about death, dying, or grief-take this as an invitation to dive into your curiosity as is fitting for you.
This months (September 2025) prompt/topic is to ponder what you remember as your first experience with death or dying. As always share what you feel comfortable with or hold your space and listen in as others share experiences, stories, memories, and thoughts.
Be kind to yourself and others
Gently -Rose at The Death Kin
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My first remembered experience with brings me back to a young age. The death of one of my Grandfathers…he was not a biological Grandfather but I remember him being Santa for a Christmas or two (or maybe that’s just from watching a old VHS recording of the holiday). Either way I remember him just being gone and then a brief memory of walking down an isle with people crying to brown shiny box where he lay inside. I do not have any memory of being afraid just curious as to why he was in the box with soft lights around him. Then the memory fades and I have nothing else. This brief memory is now one of many a funeral and death I have attended in this lifetime, and it is the earliest I can recall-how precious.