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 Miss You
For 32 years you were my constant. You were the one I ran to when things were tough. Now I find myself all alone. There was not a day for 32 years that you were not there to love me and protect me. I miss your laughter, and I miss your smile. I miss your strength. The days come and go now. I fight everyday to get up, and not go back to sleep. It has been 3 years now when does it change. I did not get to mourn you the way I should have. Instead, the trials I was going through only made me ache for you more. I had to fight everything in me to go on.
By Sonja Williford4 years ago in Families
I still miss you
May 20th, 2021 my life forever changed. Growing up I never really had a father. Between the abuse I endured at age five at the hands of his girlfriend at the time and his family's dislike of my hard-working, dedicated mother he was never around. That being said I had a really great grandfather... I called him Pappy. He helped raise and teach my brother and I. Taught my brother how to draw and encouraged my love for music. He went to my band events... even helped pay for some of them. It's because of him and my mom that I got to go to Disney in 2011. He was my father figure. Wise and stern yet kind and gentle. May 20th of last year... I lost that father figure. He had passed away from a heart attack in his sleep and I found him that morning. It has been a year.
By Katelynn Marie 4 years ago in Families
Silent Thoughts
A year ago, I had just moved into my new apartment. The thrill of a new space, a different life, was still floating through the air. It was a much-needed fresh start after working a terrible life-sucking job all summer. I was settling in and adding the finishing touches to make it really feel like home. Then I got a call that changed everything.
By Lindsey Slama4 years ago in Families
A Mother's Day Voicemail For The Ages
A truncated version of this story was published last month in the pub What Is Love To You? under the title: '12 Years Later, Still, I Love My Mom'. That dramatically shortened version was edited to fit within the parameters of a 600-word or less writing contest.
By Kurt Dillon4 years ago in Families
My Father Was Murdered When I Was Five
In 1997, when my father was killed, I was only 5 years old, and my brother was 9. The world in 1997 was like this — Diana, Princess of Wales, was killed in a car crash in Paris, Mother Teresa died in Calcutta, Tornado hit in Jarrell, Texas, killing 27 people. All that depressing, heartbreaking incidents happened in those days of 1997.
By Felipe Xavier4 years ago in Families
Returned to Sender
No catalog of childhood memories would be complete without that one jokester of an uncle. This is ours - my mom's youngest brother, Robert, who we affectionately knew as Bobby for our entire lives. Bobby was teaching me how to thumb my nose at the camera here, while my baby sister took mental notes from her swing. Years later when it was time to teach arm-pit farts to my little nieces (you're welcome, Sis!), I went straight back to times like these, to all of our stupidly fun early-childhood memories. Bobby was in too many of those to count. But no amount would have been enough.
By Brenda George4 years ago in Families
What Our Fathers Were
It was worth risking a stern talking to- I was up past bedtime that night for a quick glimpse down the stairwell to see my Father’s cheerful red face after stumbling home, full to the brim with Guinness, on what he’d called the proudest day in all me’ life.
By Katie Northlich4 years ago in Families
He was so scrawny when I met him
His smile was infectious. He was a sweetheart of a boy, very likeable. He was eleven when I met him. He was on my soccer team. I was his coach. I knew we would have fun together during the season. He had a very calm demeanor about him.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Families
A Letter To My Mom That I Lost To Covid-19
Mom, How are you doing on the other side of the universe? Which I believe you are in a place call heaven now. A place where there is no pain and suffering. A place where there is only joy, with dad by your side, whom he had been waiting for you for the past 15 years.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Families
