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Crossover Comfort Care, LLC Death Doula Jeanie

Like mother, like daughter - We are sooo much alike. There’s something so special about the bond between a mother and he...
03/17/2026

Like mother, like daughter - We are sooo much alike.

There’s something so special about the bond between a mother and her daughter - and I don’t take a single moment of it for granted. She is more than just my girl… she is my right hand, my strength on the hard days, and the one who steps in without hesitation when I need her most.

I didn’t grow up with this kind of bond with my own mom, and maybe that’s what makes this even more meaningful. What I didn’t have, God allowed me to build - and I cherish it deeply.

To watch her grow into someone so dependable, loving, and strong - it’s one of my greatest blessings.

Forever grateful for the gift of daughters.

I see a future Death Doula in training! She had her 1st death as a caregiver and it didn’t bother her as much as my 1st did. She was so natural, calm and did what she needed to do for her client. I love that I can be her mentor!

Death Doula Fact: We cannot change the outcome… but we can change how someone feels in their final moments. A death doul...
03/16/2026

Death Doula Fact:
We cannot change the outcome… but we can change how someone feels in their final moments. A death doula brings presence, peace, and dignity to the journey home.

The Dash Poem- by Linda EllisI read of a man who stood to speakAt the funeral of a friend.He referred to the dates on he...
03/09/2026

The Dash Poem- by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

This poem was read at my clients funeral. So powerful wanted to share.

Lately, I’ve been at more funerals than I ever expected. As a death doula, I see how fragile and precious life really is...
03/08/2026

Lately, I’ve been at more funerals than I ever expected. As a death doula, I see how fragile and precious life really is.

Each goodbye is a reminder: speak love, show kindness, hold close the people who matter. Don’t wait - life doesn’t come with a pause button.

Yesterday, I took some time for self-care and went on a trip to Pittsburgh with a friend- to regroup, reflect, and let my heart breathe. Of course, I made time for my run too. Sometimes caring for yourself is the best way to show up fully for others.

What’s one small way you can live fully today?

This touched my heart. I went to the hospital to see my client.A nurse looked at me and said, “You look familiar.”I smil...
02/27/2026

This touched my heart.

I went to the hospital to see my client.
A nurse looked at me and said, “You look familiar.”

I smiled and said, “This place is kind of my home away from home sometimes.”

She paused and said, “I’ve seen you a lot.”
I talked about how I come in to make sure my clients and their families are okay… that they feel supported… that they don’t walk things alone.

Then she looked at me and said,
“You’re the Death Doula. You have one of the best jobs ever.”

And I just stood there for a second.

There’s a warmth in my heart to be seen as a doula- not for what I do, but for how I show up, sitting, loving, being present when it matters most.

It may not look like the “best job” to everyone…
But when you know your calling - you know it’s not a job.

02/24/2026

As someone who walks people home at the end of life, I’ve learned something about my own heart.

I’m not usually emotional when death comes.
- I understand death.
- I prepare for it.
- I sit peacefully beside it.

But I become emotional when a client reaches out… squeezes my hand… and says, Thank You.

Because in that moment, I’m not reacting to death - I’m reacting to love being spoken before goodbye.

Many people leave this world without ever saying the words. But when they do, it becomes one of life’s purest exchange.

Service meeting gratitude at the finish line and in that sacred space, you realize
- The care mattered.
- The presence mattered.
- You mattered.

What a privilege it is to walk someone home.


Crossover Comfort Care, LLC
Jeanie Marie

Happy Caregiving Day from Crossover Comfort Care, LLCToday we honor the hearts that show up - day after day - offering c...
02/20/2026

Happy Caregiving Day from Crossover Comfort Care, LLC

Today we honor the hearts that show up - day after day - offering comfort, dignity, patience, and love when it matters most.

Caregiving isn’t just a job… it’s compassion in action.
It’s holding hands during uncertainty, bringing peace into hard moments, and reminding others they are never alone.

To every caregiver giving their time, energy, and heart - we see you, we appreciate you, and we celebrate you today.

Thank you for being the calm in someone’s storm. 🌿

- Death Doula Jeanie

Oh my heart… last night was something special. Death Doula Nicole  and I hosted our very first Death Café and it was abs...
02/18/2026

Oh my heart… last night was something special.

Death Doula Nicole and I hosted our very first Death Café and it was absolutely amazing. I’ve been dreaming about this for over a year - praying about it, planning it, wondering when the right time would come - and to finally see it happen was truly special. It came so natural noone knew it was our first.

Seriously what a gift it is to sit in a room where people feel safe enough to talk about the one thing we’re all guaranteed but rarely discuss- “Death”

There was laughter (the good, soul-filling kind), big questions, tender stories, and a whole lot of beautiful honesty. No fixing. No preaching. “Just real talk with Jeanie and Nicole” in a safe space.

As a death doula, I believe death conversations aren’t morbid - they’re meaningful. When we talk about death, we actually learn how to live more intentionally. We love deeper. We prepare wiser. We fear a little less.

I’m so thankful for every single person who showed up with open hearts. You made the space what it was.

This is just the beginning.

Death doesn’t discriminate against age - and it’s never too early to be prepared. But tonight reminded me… it’s also never too early to start the conversation.

Grateful. Humbled. Ready for the next one.

Family EducationFrom Death Doula JeanieHospice isn’t giving up.It’s a shift.From fixing to comforting.From doing everyth...
02/11/2026

Family Education
From Death Doula Jeanie

Hospice isn’t giving up.
It’s a shift.
From fixing to comforting.
From doing everything to being fully present.

As family, your role changes.
Sometimes you’re a caregiver.
Sometimes an advocate.
Sometimes you’re just sitting quietly, loving them through the hardest moments.
All of it matters.

As a death doula, my role is to walk beside you.
Not to rush the process.
Not to take control.
But to help you understand what’s happening, what’s normal, and remind you—you’re not alone in this.

If you’re exhausted, overwhelmed, or grieving already, that’s normal.
Anticipatory grief is real.
There is no right way to do this.

What helps most often isn’t doing more.
It’s resting when you can.
Accepting help.
Allowing silence.
Letting love be enough.

After death, your role doesn’t end—it changes.
Grief comes in waves, and support still matters.

I want you to hear this clearly:
You are not failing.
You are loving in one of the hardest ways there is.

Please reach out to me if you have questions, need support, or simply want to talk.
You don’t have to walk this alone.

- Jeanie

Death is one of those things life never fully explains.As a death doula, I’ve learned that the questions matter just as ...
02/09/2026

Death is one of those things life never fully explains.

As a death doula, I’ve learned that the questions matter just as much as the answers.
At the end of life, it’s often the wondering that opens the door to peace.

What do you wonder about the end of life?
What feels unfinished, unspoken, or still sacred to you?

🤍 Holding space for honest reflection.

Over six years ago, I stepped into healthcare after leaving a demanding retail job—never knowing how deeply that decisio...
02/07/2026

Over six years ago, I stepped into healthcare after leaving a demanding retail job—never knowing how deeply that decision would shape my life.

I met my very first client, and in time, I became her everything. She was living with dementia, and loving her required patience, presence, and learning how to speak when her voice could no longer carry. For two years and two months, I walked beside her until she passed away four years ago.

I will forever be grateful for the lessons she gave me. Through her, I was molded into the caregiver I am today. She taught me how to listen beyond words, how to advocate fiercely, and how sacred it is to be trusted at the end of life.

Today, I sat in the snow and drank tea at the place where my favorite client now rests. Tea time was our favorite—shared with deep, meaningful life conversations that shaped my heart more than she ever knew.

Because of her, I found my voice. And now, I use that voice to ensure my current clients are seen, heard, and honored—so they receive the death they hoped for, surrounded by dignity, compassion, and peace.

Her life changed mine. Her legacy lives on in every bedside I stand beside. 💜

She may be gone but not forgotten.

01/30/2026

January has been a month of lessons.
Of quiet ache and honest mirrors.
Of reminders I didn’t ask for — but needed.

Loss of a dear man —
A sacred reminder that love is never wasted
and presence is a gift.
Stay faithful, Jeanie.
What you carry in your heart still matters.

A unfair work evaluation —
A reminder that not everyone sees your worth clearly.
Not everyone recognizes depth, compassion, or calling.
But misjudgment is not measurement.
You are not unseen — you are misunderstood by the unqualified.

A season of fog and funk —
Behind of tasks, energy low, spirit tired.
But falling behind is not falling apart.
Sometimes the soul asks for pause before it gives power.

This month did not break me —
it revealed me.

You are still called.
Still capable.
Still needed.
Still becoming.

Lesson of the month:
Faithfulness is success.
Showing up is victory.
Continuing is courage.

February will not meet the same Jeanie who entered January.
She is wiser now. Softer in the right places. Stronger in the important ones.

Keep going. You are not done — you are being refined.

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