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.
Sue Sue
..I found her in the WYONG Sydney markets , little bundle of fluff just waiting for us to love, a healing gift for my sons. Some people believe that our pets, especially dogs, are divine and they are sent messengers and companions to lead us through life for a reason. It does not matter if you are a believer or not, she is the canine companion that cannot be explained. Perhaps it is her divine intervention and unconditional love for my sons . She became family, blessed our own angel in disguise a pure spirit who chose to manifest physically into SueSue .
By Titan Godess3 years ago in Families
The Lilies Funeral Directors Story
Lee Solomon and Nathan Scully are the proud owners of Lilies Sutton Coldfield Funeral Directors. From back in 2015 when Lilies was just an idea, to now in 2022 where many local families are being cared for, the journey that these two gentlemen have been on is one not many would take.
By Chris Evans3 years ago in Families
Dear Grandma. I Miss You.
Dear Grandma Yesterday we went for a walk. It was warm but not summer warm, though that's ok because Summer has almost ended. The sky was blue, though it appeared dark and cloudy in my perception. The birds were singing, but I couldn't hear them, and there were a few coloured flowers still in bloom, they appeared to wilt right before my eyes.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Families
The Void Can’t Be Filled
Days when my pops was alive/ Were the best, he wasn’t just my pops, he was my pride/ I was shattered finding out he would not survive/ I would be in denial and whatnot and deny/ Thinking how could this cancer make him drop and die/ Seeing him on a hospital bed as I watch him lie/ It was stage 4 cancer in the kidney/ Therefore it was a disaster and it was a pity/ Even got a pastor named Big, see?/ To read a few chapters, pray to see if he would live free/ He was on hospice/ I’m giving you the gist of it, the synopsis/ They said the tumor was huge/ They wanted to know why something wasn’t done sooner, I was blue/ It seemed he was toomed, the thing was hard too/ Felt it when I touched his tummy, it consumed his kidney/ His life was in the hands of God, but it seemed it was in jeopardy/ Home health aide tried giving him meds/ He wouldn’t take it, he trusted no one at that point, he was living through in stress/ And I didn’t wanna experience his death/ But unfortunately come May 23rd., I bid him farewell, he was laid to rest/ Went to the beach that day/ Coney Island to be exact, Brooklyn NYC was the place/ I was at ease that day/ Until I received the news that he’s deceased, I was dismayed/ Rushed home/ Was in denial about his death, thought he was in a coma, felt like a crushed bone/ Got there, entered his room and saw his lifeless body lying there, seeing what’s wrong/ He died, oh why?! It’s a very depressing and sad story to touch on/ It was devastating, feeling like I bust my dome/ The body removal technicians came to cover my dad up in blankets and a comforter/ He was gone for good, it left a void that couldn’t be filled, opposite of a go-cart buffer, word!/ This feeling was the worst feeling ever, way more than wifey when I almost broke up with her/ You went through the Pearly Gates/ I strongly believed he’s left the world to a better place/ Leaving a world of hate/ My dad was a warrior, a fighter to the very end, poor King/ Weighing the two, Stage 4 kidney cancer vs the morphine/ The weakening was great on both sides unfortunately/ I thought death wasn’t gonna be his portion it seemed/ Like what my dad used to love to say when he was alive forcing, “believe me to be”/ He was bold, fierce and fearless since he was young in Ghana under the sun scorching, back in the Nkrumah regime/ He had to make funeral arrangements/ The following day called Social Security to report his death, was vulnerable, I couldn’t fake it/ Started working on his obituary, making sure it was suitabe as I made it/ Oh, as for the funeral it was beautiful how the day went/ Read the hardest tribute that I could ever write for my dad/ He was my father, my best friend, my older brother, I read it like I wasn’t mad/ That he passed away, reflecting on the good times, my life with him made me glad/ We were so close/ Infact we were inseparable, it was hitting me slowly as I watched him go below/Into the grave in his coffin, he was a good man, truth be told/ I want you to know/ We will surely meet again/ In the afterlife, so I’ll wait to see you then/ Be me, my mom, wife and kids’ guardian angle, watch us like a thief with gems/ I’ll never forget you, till we gather again, lyrics from one of the deepest hymns/
By BigSteff SA3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
Sometimes late at night, the air has a familiarity to it. Like some type of time portal blowing in the wind. Everything becomes so raw in the middle of the night. This familiarity the wind carries reminds me of feeling uneasy… tense…numb…confused. The taste of whiskey brings me to my knees. The taste that lingers, tastes just like you. As I play with the thoughts in my head, the memories… as they dance around… that last one to dance is the whiskey on your breath. Silence doesn’t bother me. It’s the only way I can listen for your voice… whispering with the wind through the trees. This is the only time that time stands still. Listen… I need to say that every once in awhile, I’m not okay. Going through the familiarity leaves me feeling empty. That’s why I can only come visit every once in awhile. The familiarity brings darkness. It’s a dangerous highway. It could swallow me whole. So I must not stay too long…
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
UK Says GoodBye To Longest Reigning Monarch
There was a huge outpouring of grief in the UK and throughout the world as mourners stood still on streets throughout the country and in their homes to witness the funeral of Queen Elizabeth II. The monarch had passed away peacefully over a week ago and people had been using the time to file past her coffin which had been laying in state in London's ancient Westminster Hall until around six 0'clock on the morning of the funeral which got under way on the 19th of September.
By Ashish Prabhu3 years ago in Families
The Things We Share
I never thought I looked much like my mother. She was naturally a very light blonde with stick straight, fine hair and blue eyes. While my hair wasn’t as dark and coarse as my then bald father, it was brown and wavy with a mind of its own when I’d bother to brush it. No one ever thought we were related. I had a few blonde friends and if we were out anywhere together, strangers would assume that one of them was her daughter. Our body types were pretty different. I was taller, awkwardly lanky, flat chested. She was more of what I thought of as ‘normal’ proportionally, never worrying about sleeves being too short,bangles sliding off her wrists or strapless dresses having nothing to hold them up. Her rings and bracelets would never fit if I’d wanted to borrow them. But she was more into gold and I preferred silver back then. We wore the same size shoe but her feet were wider so we rarely could share those either.
By Harvey Elwood3 years ago in Families
