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.
A Whiskey Lullaby
It had been about eight long months since Cody left us. Eight long months of being a terrible, drunk, grief stricken mother. My kids and I had began to settle into our new lives with just us four. Eight months ago I had a beautiful family. We were on our way to bigger and better things. Now we were broken. Fragile. Lost. For me, it hurt to see other families together doing family things. It hurt to see dads with their kids. It hurt my kids to see dads with their kids. And it especially hurt on Fathers Day when you see kids doing things with their daddy’s but my kids got that taken from them. To this day, it hurts to see that. It actually makes me cry just typing it. Its not fair… and I’m not sure if I’ll ever see it any different.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The following months were a blur. I spent all of my days either in my bed, driving around, or out getting drunk. I completely lost myself. This is the part of my story where it gets rough. You will probably cast judgement on me or be disappointed in me. This is the way grief works. If you’re currently going through grief, you understand. The important thing is, I made it through this alive and healthy and I became a better person through this storm.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The weather was rainy, cold, and foggy. I parked behind the hearse at the church. I really didn’t want to go inside. I really didn’t want to face this cold, harsh, heartbreaking reality. What I really wanted to do was go back to my bed, under the covers, and cry so hard that my face turns inside out. Walking into the church there’s poster boards full of Codys life. I’m trying to stuff my feelings down so I can get through today so I don’t spend too much time looking at those. I glance past the poster boards beyond the double doors down the aisle where the alter is. With the most heaviest of hearts I started to slowly walk down the aisle… like a wedding. I have my Jordan by my side. I look up at this giant canvas of Codys face in the middle of other big canvases of my little family. His urn was in front of the giant canvas picture. I locked eyes with the eyes in Codys picture and just broke down. I couldn’t be there much longer or it would draw attention. I just didn’t like to break down in front of other people. I left before anyone could come comfort me.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
Waking up was like waking up into a completely different life. A dark, shattered, lonely life. Yesterday my life was great! I was happy! I was in a good place. Life was just starting to go smooth for us. That all just disappeared over night. In one second. The world is now in slow motion. The voices around me are all muffled. Exactly how they make it out in the movies. Distant. Detached. Just. My kids didn’t know about what had happened. I had told them that daddy is at work. They were too young to question why we weren’t staying at home. As soon as I came out of the bedroom at my parents house, I knew reality had to be faced today. The news of Codys death had circulated over night and my phone was blowing up with notifications on social media and sympathy texts. Loving people that were friends of mine and Codys wanted to help in any way they could.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The day was October 3rd, 2014. The air was cool, the sun was shining bright, it was a beautiful Friday. Cody and I usually get off work at about the same time and our Friday routines would be to go have a drink together before we had to go get the kids from daycare. I got off work at about 3:30pm and went home to park my work van. Cody was anxiously waiting at home for me. We decided to meet my parents at a restaurant, Sammies, to have a drink with them. After Sammies, my parents asked if we wanted to go to their house and continue drinking after we picked the kids up. So that was our plan. We picked the kids up and got to my parents house before they got there. I had to use the bathroom really bad at that point, so I went around to my parents alley and popped a squat. Cody also had to use the bathroom, so he followed me. He finished before I did and took his phone out of his pocket and started to record me peeing in the alley. “I’m gonna share this on Facebook for the whole world to see!” He laughed. I laugh with him. “If you do that then everyone will see my butt!” That changed his mind. Cody was the type of guy that didn’t approve of me wearing outfits that showed too much skin. Or if a guy looked at me, Codys feathers would get ruffled and he would confront the dude. So I was confident the video would never hit the internet because it showed my butt.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The next three years together were some of the wildest times of my life. Together we partied all night long most nights. My friends became his friends and his friends became my friends. We became a group of friends living our best life. We were two young lovers trying to escape a curfew and roam the streets at night in the hot summer nights. I had two miscarriages at the ages of seventeen and eighteen. When I turned nineteen I got pregnant again for the third time with our first son, Jordan. One short month after he was born, Cody and I got married. I married my best friend, and I brought a beautiful baby boy into this world that was made with love. Life was simply beautiful. Life with Cody was an adventure.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
Details Laid Out For Queen's Funeral
The state funeral for Queen Elizabeth the second is being held at Westminster Abbey on Monday 19th September at 11 am. It has been decided that this day will be a bank holiday to ensure that as many people as possible will be able to see the service when it is broadcast on BBC Television. It will also be relayed and broadcast live on BBC iplayer so people don't have to worry if they are not near a television at the time of the service, they will be able to watch it online on their laptops or smartphones.
By Ashish Prabhu3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
It was about three weeks after school got out. I'm laying in my bed getting ready to snooze off for the night, when I remembered... D-Loc... My mind starts wandering. Who is D-Loc and what does he want? Is he real? Is it just a mean girl prank? The curiosity is eating at me now. Well it's time to find out. I picked up the phone and punch in the numbers, ***-9999. It rings several times, and I think... it's probably time to hang up now. As I'm about to hang up, a sleepy male voice answers the phone. I panic! He says hello again but this time louder. "Who is this?" He had to of picked up who was calling him by now. He answers, "D-Loc." I said, "I don't know a D-Loc!" He ended the conversation with, "I'm sleeping, can I call you tomorrow?" I agreed and hung up the phone. Well that got me no where. I didn't look forward to talking with him tomorrow. It was a little frustrating. I put it to rest and went to bed.
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
Lets rewind and be kids again. Back before most of our favorite people existed. Before the heart felt it's first sting. Before we knew that sunsets could be unbearable. Or how tomorrow really never is promised. Lets rewind so it doesn't hurt so bad. When a breath of fresh air was everywhere. When sunrises were beautiful. When things were whole. How beautiful it was to step outside and love all that existed. So clear... and sunny. Nature so vivid, alive, and clear. The noise of life never sounded so beautiful. Now we are here, where the clouds always linger. And the sound of life is no longer joyful...
By Cassey Dale3 years ago in Families
My Real Adoption Story
My name is Corey. I was born in Henry Ford Hospital in 1983 and was taken away at birth to be passed around about four or five Detroit foster homes. According to my adoptive parents, I had seizures, was malnourished and barely had the strength to lift my arms. I was then fostered by my current adoptive family along with other black and white children. Though they hired black workers but had no black friends, my adoptive family began the process of adopting me into their Irish Catholic home. My adoptive parents have three natural children and two adopted white children who are so in the fog that they can’t see sunlight. I am the youngest addition to the family.
By Ire Isegun3 years ago in Families
