I am so thrilled that we have new members joining our little community. While things have been quite here, I have been extremely busy creating some amazing material to support those that are doing Advance Care Planning as a career path. Very soon I will have all the new material loaded here for easy access and download by those who are ACP students. I truly appreciate everyone's patience, and I promise that soon Kettle and Candle will be bustling along with new materials and some great offers for everyone!! So, hang on just a little longer and then you will see the wait was worth it!! Thank each and every one of you for your support and for your inspiration! Put The Kettle On..... we are going to be chatting over a cup of your favorite brew soon! Namaste' Pam

For some odd reason I thought we had a meeting tonight...5/26... It's probably a trick of the upcoming full moon. Just wondering how everyone is doing and how they're advancing along. All is fine here... We're scheduling an end of life planning at our church with an attorney. I am going to meet with the attorney to see about collaboration. 🤗🤗🤗

Need to get back to my gratitude mindset!

I wanted to introduce myself honestly, because this is one of the few kinds of spaces where honesty actually belongs. I’ve lived with a lot of loss. I’m the only surviving member of my family of origin. My mother died when I was 27 and pregnant with my second child. My brother died at 49.My niece was murdered in 2011 at the age of 18. My husband lives with CLL — it’s quiet right now and likely will be for years, but the not-knowing is part of our daily weather. Because of this, I think about death, grief, and legacy a lot. Not in a morbid way — more as companions. They’ve shaped how I love, how I choose, and how I pay attention to what matters. I’m deeply grateful for a community where we can name the ugly, tender, unsayable parts out loud — without rushing to make meaning or turn pain into inspiration. I’m here to listen, to learn, and to be alongside others who know that grief doesn’t make us broken — it makes us human.

I got a piece of mail today that was addressed to my son who passed away in 2022. It’s not as painful as it was getting his mail in 2022, 2023, etc. it doesn’t make me cry anymore.