The Top Five Regrets of the Dying: A Life Transformed by the Dearly Departing
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Over the years she spent tending to the needs of those who were dying, Bronnie's life was transformed. Later, she wrote an Internet blog about the most common regrets expressed to her by the people she had cared for. The article, also called The Top Five Regrets of the Dying, gained so much momentum that it was read by more than three million people around the globe in its first year. At the requests of many, Bronnie now shares her own personal story.
Bronnie has had a colourful and diverse past, but by applying the lessons of those nearing their death to her own life, she developed an understanding that it is possible for people, if they make the right choices, to die with peace of mind. In this book, she expresses in a heartfelt retelling how significant these regrets are and how we can positively address these issues while we still have the time.
The Top Five Regrets of the Dying gives hope for a better world. It is a story told through sharing her inspiring and honest journey, which will leave you feeling kinder towards yourself and others, and more determined to live the life you are truly here to live. This delightful memoir is a courageous, life-changing book.
then throw some at yourself. You don’t deserve to shine this brightly. Here have some more muck. But the light has caught a glimpse of the outside again and starts to shine brighter. It wants to be seen. With each bit of light that starts shining out, you start feeling better. It gives you a taste of how great it would feel to be free of all that you are carrying. This makes you recognise just how much everyone else is also carrying and you feel compassion. You decide that from now on you
about Jozsef’s passing, I sat in a park near the beach just absorbing the surroundings. Children were playing everywhere and I watched how naturally they all shared their feelings. If they liked someone, they said so. If they were sad, they cried, released it, and were then happy again. They didn’t know how to suppress their feelings. It was beautiful to watch the honest expressions. It was also refreshing to see how they all played and worked on things together. We have created a society
hand changed my whole perspective of the illness and others. A few weeks later I mentioned the incident to Linda, the other carer, who agreed it was a special thing to have happened. A short time later, Linda then experienced further clarity from Nanci, though perhaps not so endearing. It was a part of her night shift duties to roll Nanci over every four hours, to avoid bedsores. Often Nanci would be in a deep sleep but it had to be done, doctor’s orders. On this particular night though, as
last friend left me very determined. Scanning the Internet and making numerous phone calls, things were not looking good. People were lovely and helpful when I called but, “Sorry. Right name. Wrong family,” became a familiar reply. In the meantime, I still visited Doris twice a week. She would always hold one of my hands as soon as I sat down, and for the duration of our conversations. Sometimes insisting I must have better things to do, she would try to rush me off or convince me not to
the music, I loved it, but writing and working from home began to bring more contentment. Although the cottage and the jail job were wonderful, there wasn’t much else to keep me in the area. Friends had moved on and life had changed since I’d previously lived nearby in Sydney. There was also a part of me that knew I would eventually end up living back in the country one day. In more than two decades of roaming, I had never lost the yearning for space that farm life gives. I didn’t make many