Why Dining with Death?
In 2003 Kathleen and her beau lugged heavy hearts along the funeral circuit. Again and again and … it wasn’t fun. Watching those that were left behind grieve, not knowing how to offer comfort, Kathleen wanted to stab Death in the hand with a dirty dessert fork.
After each funeral she ate and grieved and grieved and ate with the mourners, gobbling up spoonfuls of love offered by friends and neighbours who ensured that the mourners didn’t starve to death. Between mouthfuls and sobs there was something reassuring to know that someone was watching out for you, taking care of you when you were unable to see the end of your nose for tears.
But what of the people who didn’t have a similar support network? What if all of their friends had already died off? What if they were a forgotten senior? Would they go hungry – their heavy hearts sinking into their empty bellies?
The table was set for Dining with Death.
