A time to honor.
A time to remember.
A time to carry the fire.
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We walk alongside our client's family and friends on the journey to carry forth the legacy of their loved ones.
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a time to honor
a time to remember
We will sit with you. We will listen. As a Legacy Doula, I understand the importance of ritual and tradition in the period following death, and we are here to support whatever customs you have in place to honor your loved one. We provide personalized services such as companionship, memorial planning and legacy planning, so that you can find comfort in a time of darkness and uncertainty. Let us shine a light of understanding and love as you turn to us in your time of need.
Carry the Fire is a heartfelt service that allows you to honor the legacy of your loved one. Our team will guide you through the process of reflecting on the impact your loved one had on your life and how you are carrying their legacy forward. We will also help you create a plan for the legacy you want to leave for your own loved ones. Let us help you illuminate the path for generations to come.
The Carry The Fire Remembrance Ritual, or what we call, “Creative Kaddish,” modernizes, universalizes, and personalizes this ancient ritual. This ancient kabbalistic ritual will inspire and empower you in becoming a guardian of your loved one’s story.
It is for anyone, from any religion, spiritual practice, or belief system. Whether you are religious or atheist, spiritual, secular or agnostic, you will feel comfortable, and find nurturing in this ritual. Kaddish reminds us that although there is nothing we can do about our loved one’s physical death, we can, and must, become a guardian of their “story.”
A Creative Kaddish can take many different forms – lighting a candle, a book, a simple prayer, a collection of photos, or a Creative Kaddish box. We will work with you to create your unique ritual.
carrying their light with us wherever we go...
Once upon a time, in a busy city where the streets teemed with people and the lights never dimmed, there lived an elderly man named Aaron. He was a quiet soul, known for his gentle demeanor and the lantern he carried with him wherever he went.
The lantern was no ordinary lantern; it was a cherished heirloom passed down through generations, its brass frame worn with age and its glass panels etched with delicate patterns. But what made it truly special was the flickering flame that danced within, a flame that Aaron tended to with care and devotion.
One evening, as Aaron sat on a bench in the city square, a young girl approached him, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Why do you carry that old lantern with you, sir?" she asked, her voice tinged with wonder.
Aaron smiled kindly at the girl and gestured for her to sit beside him. "This lantern," he began, his voice soft yet filled with warmth, "is more than just a source of light. It is a beacon of remembrance, a symbol of the love I carry in my heart for those who have passed on."
The young girl listened intently as Aaron continued his tale. "Each flicker of this flame," he explained, "represents a cherished memory, a moment shared with loved ones no longer with us. And though they may be gone, their light lives on in the warmth of our hearts and the glow of this lantern."
As Aaron spoke, the young girl felt a sense of peace wash over her, as if she were being wrapped in a comforting embrace. "But how do you keep their memories alive?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Aaron's eyes twinkled with wisdom as he replied, "By carrying their light with us wherever we go, my dear. By sharing their stories, honoring their legacy, and holding them close in our hearts. For as long as we remember, they will never truly be gone."
With those words lingering in the air like the soft glow of the lantern's flame, Aaron and the young girl sat in companionable silence, their hearts connected by the timeless thread of remembrance.
And so, in the busy city where the streets teemed with people and the lights never dimmed, the lantern of remembrance continued to shine bright, a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding all who sought solace in its gentle glow.
A person dies two deaths,
once when their body dies and
once when their story dies.
Ernest Hemmingway