Hi, thanks for stopping by. My name is Amy Maguire, I’m a certified Death Doula, and I’m glad you found me.

This probably sounds trite but throughout my whole life I’ve felt as though I meant to do “more” but had absolutely no idea what that meant until one day in the spring of 2023 when I first heard of the profession of Death Doula and immediately I knew. There was no question: that’s what I was being called to do.

Starting at a young age I experienced profound losses that include some of my most cherished family members to some of my closest, most significant friends, and I have always felt very comfortable discussing, processing and handling death. I never understood why I was always “drawn” to death, but as I look back on the periods of deepest sadness and grief, it was during those times when family and friends gathered to be closest and share in the love and loss, the anger and the fear—and through those painful days came some of the worst heartaches, the most honest conversations, the hardest laughs (yep) and the strongest bonds.

Death is so weird. It shows up whenever it wants to and forces major change on everyone. It pauses the lives of those closest to the one we’re losing, but yet the world continues around us as if nothing is changing. It is confusing, it is big, and it can be overwhelming. But it doesn’t have to be.

As a Death Doula it is my purpose and privilege to make life easier on those facing the end of life and their caregivers who love them. This can mean being present so no one feels alone, offering guidance, explaining what’s currently happening, preparing for what happens next, bridging the care gap by providing patient updates and information to the Hospice nurse when they are not able to be on-site, supporting you as you decide what to do, and just generally helping you navigate this critically important time.

In addition to being a Death Doula, I’m a mom to two kids that go to Radnor High School, Abby who is 15 and Joseph who is 16, as well as two rescue dogs Mack (beagle + dachshund) and Pierce (beagle + pit). Both dogs are named after firetruck manufacturers because my husband (who is a career firefighter) didn’t want any animals and the kids and I thought this might soften him up to the idea. It kind of worked—we got our dogs, but he still claims he didn’t want them. He’s also the man who tucks them in to their dog beds each night (literally) and gives them each a treat.

Hopefully this website gives you most of the information that you need, but please don’t hesitate to email, call or text me if you need anything further. If you’re on this site (and we haven’t already met), it’s likely because you are trying to learn more—if I can help you in any way, please let me know!