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.

Losing A Piece of My Heart
“The baby,” I sobbed, gripping my husbands’ arm. Blood was dripping down my leg as he pushed me towards the emergency room. I felt like a brick was sitting on my chest, crushing my heart.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Families
My childhood friends
When I was growing up, my family were living in a small town. My neighbor had two children. The oldest one became my good friend. Belinda was her name. She was pretty, intelligent, and very polite. We went to the same school.
By stephanie cetoute4 years ago in Families
The shopping mall seat.
Dear mother, the driving force behind my youth was finding freedom. The walls were too cold and the sound bouncing around defened me. Perhaps it was my persective on how I wanted the world to look. Maybe I was blind to what you were doing because my stubboness built a wall around me. To say the bigger piture was i had walked out of the nest too fast would be the best words. My wings had only grown and my knolage of how to use them was none. So on the ground i was stuck, defenless agaist the war i was now in. Yes, the drugs the drinking, the overall madness. Each day it got worse and each evening when I should have asked for help I did not, i was drinking it down and swallowing any oppertunity to speak up.
By Anna Harris4 years ago in Families
Songbird
English breakfast tea reminds me of my grandad. He’s not dead no, but It just reminds me of him. Clearly, it’s his favourite tea. I never really have seen him drink anything else. Maybe earl grey? But every time we go out to a café – it’s the same tea, English breakfast.
By Evonne Penname 4 years ago in Families
The Death of My Mother
My mother went through hell and back and just wish all that pain and suffering that the Lord didn’t have to take her so early. I miss her every day.
By Kerrie G.Diaz4 years ago in Families
I Wish I Could Tell You
Hey Mom, I never told you this. I’m pregnant. I was going to tell you weeks ago, but I was never able to. You were snatched from us far too soon. I remember the day like it was yesterday. You were coming over to my house, ready for a mom and daughter date. But you never arrived. I waited for hours, but you never showed. It wasn’t until the hospital called that I knew why you were late. Why you were never going to show.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Families
Dealing with grief and emotions part 1
Grief is a natural emotions it allows u to say goodbye without u saying-goodbye. Children that were taught not to cry at a young age have a hard time now crying as adults. (A lot of people think it’s gay or not masculine for a young boy to cry) after all they have been taught (conditioned ) not to do that. Grief that continues to be suppressed because chronic depression (unnatural emotion) people have daughters and killed over this emotion. But Anger, it is a tool God has given us to say no thank you without saying a word. But it doesn’t have to be harmful, damaging or even abusive to another! When children are allowed to express their anger they bring out a very healthy attitude about it to their adult years, and they deal (control their emotions) with their anger much faster. If we continue to say it’s wrong to express ur anger at a young age, what’s going to happen as adults? They’ll have a difficult time dealing with it when they are older. Anger that is repressed because what? RAGE! A very ugly emotion. People have hurt others over rage, it causes family’s to separate, nation’s to fall, relationships to fade away.
By Anthony4 years ago in Families
Dear Mom, Thank You
Dear Mom, Where to start. I guess when I was young? That's how most key memories about a parent start out, when the kids are younger and they slowly start to realize what life is really all about.
By Tristan Palmer4 years ago in Families
To Mampau With Love
Dear Mampau, As another Mother’s Day passes, I look back on the way things once were. I think back on the times that we had, and I think of how it is now that I am a mother myself. Despite how things have changed, some things stay the same. Now and then I find myself tearing up as I think of what life would be like if you were still here.
By Judith Jascha4 years ago in Families
My beloved sister
My sister was the eldest in our family. She was married to a lied and cheater husband. My parents never approved this union. My sister was too blind to see the sign of bad behavior from his partner. My sister gives him three beautiful sons. Despite everything, we have no choice but to support my sister and decided to stay in this marriage.
By stephanie cetoute4 years ago in Families
Years are merciless, and the heart is getting old
Some things do not dare to mention, full of sadness; Some people are reluctant to give up. They are indeed separated by Yin and Yang.
By geri robinson4 years ago in Families
She Used to Walk Along the Railway Tracks
I grew up with my mother in housing next to the railway tracks. A one bedroom set-up, with stained walls and smudged windows. The stains mum hated. She said the long smears from watery leaks reminded her of a crying girl wearing mascara. The windows she didn’t mind. It didn’t matter that they were smudged when all there was to look at was dirty, rusted tracks home to passing trains wearing graffiti. Trains which shook the walls of our building every ten minutes, resulting in mum screaming FUCK as she was unable to steadily light her cigarette.
By Jasmine L S P4 years ago in Families