Comments on: At St Joseph’s Hospice Choir

By: sprite

sprite — Wed, 16 Jan 2013 02:52:44 +0000

familiar faces –
‘Pack up your troubles…
and smile, smile, smile’

sprite

By: Terry

Terry — Tue, 15 Jan 2013 22:33:22 +0000

Still on Chemo – very good Photos – I will return as soon as all being well – give my regards to all and wish all a Very Happy New Year TERRY

By: Rosie Dastgir

Rosie Dastgir — Mon, 14 Jan 2013 14:11:01 +0000

I’m really touched, Joan, and Jeannette – and thanks for linking it on FB.

By: joan

joan — Sun, 13 Jan 2013 21:25:58 +0000

In my years of visiting this blog I’ve expected that one day I would happen across a photo of a family member or friend – my grandad trading on Club Row for example. What I never expected was that one of my teenage sons would look over my shoulder at breakfast and say ‘Look that’s Otis’s dad’. Just lovely.

Thanks and best wishes,

Joan

By: Jeannette

Jeannette — Sun, 13 Jan 2013 01:11:10 +0000

this just about finished me off.
i linked to it on FB. thank you so much.

By: Rosie Dastgir

Rosie Dastgir — Sat, 12 Jan 2013 19:58:13 +0000

Thank you so much, Caroline, and Catherine. I’m so glad that you enjoyed the piece. And thanks to Libby Hall, for sharing her experience of St Joseph’s. I much appreciated reading about it – a very touching account.

By: Caroline Bottomley

Caroline Bottomley — Sat, 12 Jan 2013 13:15:56 +0000

ps, I’ve enjoyed all your other portraits this week too. More please!

By: Caroline Bottomley

Caroline Bottomley — Sat, 12 Jan 2013 13:13:59 +0000

I so enjoyed reading this, thank you.
The hospice sounds great, the choir superb.
And I love your writing, especially “exudes buried suffering”. Very elegant.

By: Catherine

Catherine — Sat, 12 Jan 2013 09:49:46 +0000

Beautiful, thank you.

By: Libby Hall

Libby Hall — Sat, 12 Jan 2013 08:35:36 +0000

St Joseph’s has had a profoundly beautiful effect on the East End of London, reaching down every street, turning round every corner, making a deep difference to lives when people most need help.

St. Joseph’s, with their endlessly practical support, enabled my husband Tony to die at home, to die beside me in our own bed, with our dogs around us. The nurses who helped make that possible understood Tony’s anarchic sense of humour, and they totally respected his committed atheism..

Before Tony became ill I had thought St. Joseph’s the sort of religious institution that would try to impose their beliefs on the dying. Nothing could be further from the truth.

The gratitude that I, and many thousands of others, feel for the services of St Joseph’s resonates through the world that is ‘Spitalfields Life’.

(And the jumble sales are terrific fun as well!)

Well done Rosie Dastgir and all the photographers who have accompanied her excellent writing this week.