grief
Losing a family member is one of the most traumatic life events; Families must support one another to endure the five stages of grief and get through it together.
I'm Glad My Dad Died
Now that my closest family members know, my father passed away on Friday of vascular dementia. Bit of backstory for everyone unfamiliar with me and my life: My father Richard and mother Janice met over a Christian dating ad in a newspaper. They married quickly after, in 1983, then I made my way into the world two weeks late on August 30, 1984. My brother Ryan followed a few years later.
By Jen Chichester3 years ago in Families
A Wound Far From Closure
This is equally a love letter to my mother during her Sagittarius season and on her birthday as it is a letter to others to keep the memories of those we have lost present. In grief, I have learned how to internalize those random pieces, these truly glorious parts of my upbringing. Of my parents' authenticity. Things I should never forget. For my mother (and father), I will live in a way that honors and inspires others to remember those who are only gone in form, never in spirit.
By Stephanie Marley McMechan3 years ago in Families
Ex-couples who were made to cohabitate after splitting up
Chantal Tucker started looking for a new home to live as soon as she split up with her long-term partner. Tucker, 37, and her five-year-long lover shared a London apartment, and Tucker hoped her ex would buy her out. She even went as far as to put down a deposit on a room in a shared home. However, the plan was abandoned when the epidemic struck.
By Aleksandar Mitrovski3 years ago in Families
A Moment of Desperation
On my second day of working in the office, instead of remotely, it went well. I came in with make-up on planning to do my best not to shed those tears and even had a few laughs. I still wasn't able to concentrate though. My mind has been consumed by Jeff's death and all of the what-ifs.
By Christine Hoskin3 years ago in Families
When gods fall. (Pt. 1)
Her addiction was a slow burn. It was like setting a napkin on fire and adding it to dry pinewood. The flame starts small, then spreads across the logs until it eventually consumes the stack of wood. Small items burn quickly, but the bigger pieces of timber resist the blaze. At first.
By Richard Moore3 years ago in Families
Cinnamon Waffles
The smell of childhood sweeps across the air, awakening all those within reach. It is the smell of cinnamon waffles, a smell so familiar as if I had stepped into a picture frame, with my mother laughing in the kitchen making cinnamon-covered waffles, cutting fresh strawberries, and brewing vanilla coffee. The windows are open, letting every last drop of sunlight into the room, lighting up the bloomed yellow daffodils that filled every corner of the room—somehow, the yellow daffodils bloomed year-round. A light string of jazz music fills the air bringing the mood of an old black-at-white movie.
By Amber Zajec3 years ago in Families
Ashes to Ashes
I had been avoiding picking up my husband's ashes for a while now; I was scared to. I didn't know how heavy he would be, what he would be packaged in, or how I would feel once he was in my hands. Today was the day though and while it was excruciating...he is home now.
By Christine Hoskin3 years ago in Families
