Jessi Death Doula

04/17/2026

Enjoying my first ever Death Doula table at the Parksville Berwick.
Many more to come I hope!
So honored to share end of life topics and education.

04/16/2026

This woman would make a wonderful death doula. Did you know- that HUMOR about death is not only a coping mechanism, a healing modality, but also such a positive way to be open and raw about the death experiences.

Humor also does something powerful in a room:
• Breaks tension instantly
• Gives others permission to relax
• Creates connection instead of fear

You’ve likely seen how one joke can shift an entire family dynamic at end of life.

Don’t be afraid / ashamed to laugh a little. Plus, none of us are getting out alive!

03/06/2026

A death what?! That’s right - Death Doula.
Death positive advocate ✨
Your trusted companion 💞
Holder of secrets, hands, and space 🙌🏻
Holder of the heavy, I’m 6’0 tall. I can do it.

13 years of heart felt nursing, hospice knowledge and experience.
📖 Hospice Certified
📖 Death Doula Certified

Here for you, always✨
www.jessideathdoula.com

02/03/2026

11/15/2025

During my years at hospice, this was my biggest focus.
What is your perfect “set and scene.” It really matters.

11/12/2025

Did you know theres a lot more to planning end of life, than just having a living Will?

What is an Advance Care Plan?

Why is this important?
Imagine you had a fall, stroke, or a major medical emergency that resulted in you being in coma. Imagine you had a condition that changed your ability to make decisions or communicate your care needs.

Would your loved ones know what help or care you would want?
Or not want?
Would they know how to clearly speak on your behalf?

This is the importance of Advance Care Planning.
Click the link below to download your FREE advance care planning kit.

Don’t leave your end-of-life care to chance. Our Advance Care Planning (ACP) Kit invites you to think about and express your wishes for health care and treatment at the end of life.

11/10/2025

The death of your best friend.
We MUST face it. A life loved, is worth the sacrifice.
How do we prepare for such PAIN?

I must admit - I didn’t grieve deeply when my dog passed away.
My grief began when he was 7, and began to sleep a little more
I rushed him to the vet, just to check. “He’s just getting a little older.”
Reality kicked me in the face. That he wouldn’t be by my side forever.

I was consumed with grief for years.
“How will I survive this?”
“I don’t wan’t to live in a wold without him.”
“He’s the only love I’ve ever known.”
I would watch him sleep and quietly sob.

But the truth is, our animals are so. Much. Smarter. Than. Us.
Harlen wandered to his death like it was as normal as going for a walk.
He was ready, he was at peace and his body was tired.
He arrived without fear, and such an inner knowing.
He passed away in his bed, surrounded by love.
I watched the light behind his eyes, his soul energy, slowly drift away.

My boy, my fur son died July 26th 2024
I miss him with all my heart
But the moment he left his pain and weary bones behind
He set us both free.

11/10/2025

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11/04/2025

✨ Ceremony in the Small Things ✨

Today I carried a little pocket-altar of love to the shoreline.

A mirror that belonged to my grandmother — holding years of softness, wisdom, and womanhood through generations.
A candle lovingly poured by my best friend — a reminder of devotion, warmth, and those who see me fully.
A moon snail gifted by my soul sister — a symbol of growth, sacred shell, and the quiet magic of being witnessed.

None of these were grand gestures. Nothing extravagant.
Just simple pieces infused with deep meaning.

I brought them to nature, to the water, to breathe and be still.
To remember that ceremony isn’t always ritual and smoke and bells.
Sometimes it’s a gentle arrival into our own life.
A moment to hold what matters.
A pause to feel love in physical form.

And there, with the sound of the waves, I felt held.
Celebrated.
At peace.

🌿✨ Tiny altar, big gratitude.
This is ceremony, too.

11/03/2025

Hi friends. Happy you’re here 🧡 Here’s a fun little intro so we can get to know each other.

Vibe: Cold Brew ☕️ | True Crime 💀 | Hiking 🌲 | Dogs 🐾 | Crystals 💎 | Van Life 🚐

Favorites: Water sparkles, golden hour, van travel, bully breeds, cider, photography, riding a seadoo, Vietnamese food, Diet Coke

Currently obsessed with: baking sourdough, cooking, rebounding, nature photography, my pupper Salish, horror flicks

Simple pleasures: booping a good tree, saying hi to my house when I arrive home, being a loyal friend, hosting crazy dinner parties

Fun Fact:
✨I’ve surgically removed human eyes 👀 from cadavers. 💀
✨I’ve been a nurse since I was 24 👩‍⚕️
✨I’m allergic to cucumbers 🥒 ❌
✨Favorite color is Caribbean blue 🩵
✨I travelled to Bali with people I never met
✨I’ve always wanted a hairless rat 🐀

Tell me your fun fact. Something surprising! alternatively- your favorite coffee order.

11/02/2025

Anticipatory grief is its own kind of heartbreak.
When I was losing my dog Harlen — my soul dog, the one I brought home at 6 weeks old and grew up with through my entire 20’s — the world felt heavy.
He was my guardian angel, my companion, my constant. My biggest love. 13.5 years 🙏🏼

In those final months, the fear was unbearable.
I worried endlessly about his comfort, his pain, his peace.
I worried that my tears would make him think something was wrong.
Every day I kissed him, cried into his fur, and silently begged time to slow down.
I was terrified of the moment I’d have to say goodbye.

And then… it came.
And to my surprise, it wasn’t chaos or fear — it was peace.
Warm, quiet, sacred peace.
His passing felt like a long, trembling exhale.
A soft release into love.

Would I do anything differently?
Maybe I would try to cry less, hold fear less tightly, breathe a little deeper.
But grief doesn’t follow rules — especially anticipatory grief.
It rises and falls as it needs to.
And sometimes, the hardest part isn’t the moment they leave…
it’s the waiting, the loving, the knowing.

Letting him go taught me something sacred:
we don’t have to brace for grief —
we can meet it with love, and let each moment happen gently, just as it comes.

On his death day he rolled in the grass at the lake one last time. He enjoyed the sun.
My intuition told me to bring rose quartz, so I did.

Harlen’s collar hangs in the rear view mirror of our van. He sits with us, front seat. Every bump or pot hole- his collar rings and clangs. “Hi Harlen.”

This is how we keep those we love, alive.