About Sue Brayne

Sue with two Tibetan monks she was teaching English to in Dharamsala, North India

I felt a need to create this website for both personal and professional reasons.

On the personal front, after living a very active life (long may that last) I realise the next big adventure for me is my aging process and eventual death.

Far from feeling  morose or maudlin about it – I firmly believe that we can only feel truly alive when we accept our mortality – I want to be as prepared as I possibly can be for what is to come, especially the way I die.

Talking professionally, I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t fascinated by the fact we are all going to die. This deepened whilst I was training as a nurse at the Middlesex hospital in the early seventies. I laid out my first body (nurses did in those days) when I was nineteen. The patient was only thirty.

As students we never spoke about what happened (death and dying wasn’t addressed in any teaching programme), but caring for him and others who died during my training made me ask myself all kinds of questions about death: What does it feel like to die?  How long does it take to die?  Will I know I am dying when my time comes?

I left nursing soon after I qualified and did a host of other things, ending up in the corporate film and video business. This by now was the mid eighties when hedonism was rife. I entered into the fray with relish, but soon discovered that this way of life lelt me feeling empty and unfulfilled, but most of all, lonely.

Everything changed after being involved in a light airplane crash. Sitting beside the wreckage, thankfully unscathed, physically at least,  I was hit by a profound and uncomfortable insight. It was time to grow up.  It made me embark on a fifteen-year soul-searching journey to discover – or more accurately, uncover – the purpose of my life.  I subsequently trained as a psychotherapist, specialising in trauma, death and bereavement.

My journey eventually led to an MA  in the Rhetoric and Rituals of Death  which I gained at King Alfred’s, Winchester  in 2001. I knew at last I was on the right track. It was one of the best years of my life, and one of the most fun too.  I shall never forget going  behind the scenes of a crematorium, or our visit to Rome for a private audience with Pope John Paul II.

(‘Private audience’ was a bit far fetched as we found ourselves part of a crowd, the size of which was worthy of an FA cup final.  The most raucous groups appeared to be from South American countries, madly waving enormous banners declaring devotion to the Pope and screaming, ‘El Papa,’ as the aged Pope John Paul tottered onto the stage, helped on each side by a hefty cardinal.)

Following my MA, I  had the great fortune to meet Dr Peter Fenwick, and helped him to set up a five-year retrospective Nearing end of life brochurestudy into end-of-life experiences. Our primary aim is to raise awareness of medical staff on the importance of respecting the spiritual needs of those nearing the end of life.

During the study, my father died. It made me realise how little practical information was available for relatives, friends, and  carers of the dying.  So Peter and I decided to write our booklet, Nearing the end of life: a guide for relatives, friends and carers (now available on kindle).

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