Meet Ann

When I was 26 with a three-week-old and a 3-year-old, my brother died tragically in a car accident. Not only did it kill him, but two other young people also lost their lives that night. The memory of this event has been etched in my soul. There were no goodbyes. Not ever seeing him again never crossed my mind. Why would it? He was only 19 years old. This was my up close and personal first glimpse of the end of life and death.

This event changed my life and was the first stepping stone in my journey toward living a fulfilling, meaningful life. I quickly learned that time waits for no one. Since that time, I have experienced the death of my grandparents, parents, in-laws, dear friends, and stepdad. 

In 2015 my step-father was diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer and given 10-18 months to live. I spent ten exhausting months advocating for my dad until his death. His desire to live was palpable. The quantity of days was much more important to him than the quality of what time he had left. We honored his wishes and brought him home to die. Hospice was a godsend, even though it was only for two days. The time I spent with him during his illness and being at his bedside when he took his last breath was a gift.  I wish I had done better. I wish I had met him where he was instead of trying to steer him toward my ideal of quality over quantity. 

Since my brother’s death 30 years prior, I have been in tune with building a meaningful life, living each day like it could be my last, having meaningful conversations, and not leaving anything unsaid.

After my father’s death, I yearned to learn more about death, not only about the physical death but the psychological and social aspects, too. Prior to Covid, I began my journey by training as a hospice volunteer. 

During the forced intermission of our lives, I became a Certified Sacred Passage End of Life Doula, Certified Conscious Dying Coach, and completed training in Pediatric Death through the Conscious Dying Institute. I have also studied under the Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Foundation and completed “Death The Final Stage of Growth” series and
“The Nature of Grief” series.

It was during this prolonged time of reflection that I decided to move forward and follow my passion… to provide emotional and spiritual support to those who are dying and their families. My goal is to increase beauty and contentment in those last days and initiate conversations about the dying process to help ease fear of death.

I live in Plymouth, Massachusetts, with my husband of 43 years and our chihuahuas. I have been blessed with three children and four grandchildren that all live close by. In addition to being an End of Life Doula and Conscious Living & Dying Coach, I am a licensed real estate broker and owner of Mayflower Realty, Inc., Notary Public, and Cranberry Hospice Volunteer. 

“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

The Velveteen Rabbit
~ Margery Williams