Hi there! I’m Lynne, and Yes, I’m married to a Mortician and love every moment of it. Even the spur of the moment phone call to ‘Host a Funeral Party” and the “Can I borrow your makeup” to “Can you bring Gracie (our funeral dog) and sit with a Mom who just lost her child.” In return, I’ve learned so much about this unusual Funeral world and the way families process their grief, during and after a Funeral. Assisting people with writing eulogies, memorials, and funeral receptions, I observed planning this emotional event is only part 1, of survival after loss. It’s not about the fancy flowers or food, it’s about the memories that each person holds in their heart.   

Before Life as a Mortician’s Wife:  It seemed as though I was going through life in a survival mode. I’d lost my son Tommy to cancer and left an abusive marriage. The hospital and clergy referred me to several Bereavement Groups and Therapists. Back then the head doctors and counselors were full of textbook stuff and prescriptions. Finally fed up, I canceled my appointments, trashed the prescriptions, and threw myself into a lake. Well, almost. Instead, I threw myself into writing and helping other moms at the hospital. I sat with many children during their dying hours and held many mothers to comfort. We learned so much from one another and most of all, we learned from our children. Our child’s attitude was laughter and love, their outlook on life was of strength and bravery. As women we found that writing our feelings in a diary or a journal and sharing our stories guided us through surviving our grief.