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.
The At Home Mamma
My life is chaos... complete and utter chaos. This life that I'm living has warped and destroyed the image of what I thought my life would be at the age of 26. I was supposed to be living my dream life in Tennessee. I was supposed to be a college graduate doing something "amazing". I really don't feel "amazing" as I'm writing this in yesterday's sweat pants, a grungy t-shirt and unwashed hair. I haven't showered in three days. I have a teething six month old little boy who needs my constant attention. I have a husband who works his ass off so that I am able to stay home with our little boy. I quite my job as a veterinary technician where I had worked for five years to live out this "fantasy" of being a stay at home mom and house wife.
By Charlee Love4 years ago in Families
Potato Salad
Sometime this morning, a Twitter friend expressed their desire for their Mom's potato salad. Funny enough, it just so happened that I had been craving some myself for the past week or so. I couldn't even recall when the last time I partook in the delicacy was... until I did, and it all made sense why I'd gone without it for so long.
By Jonathan Apollo4 years ago in Families
The Last Parade
I always looked up to Frank, not just because he was taller than I was, but also because he was my big brother. We were born in an era where our parents taught us to look out for each other; big brothers were to be treated with the same respect as our parents, and they were taught to take care of their little sisters.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Families
Chocolate Applesauce Cupcakes. Top Story - April 2022.
Today was the ten-year anniversary of my grandmother’s death. I was 14 at the time, and 14-year-old me didn’t really have any understanding of death or grieving a loved one. So for a few years, it was just really sad. And as much as I despise myself for this, with each passing year I started to forget the anniversary altogether.
By Jenna Bygall4 years ago in Families
Saying Goodbye
When I got the news mom had left this world, suddenly I was exhausted: I mean eyes burning, body dragging exhausted. She had started refusing all meds except pain and was choosing end of life. She had fought for a long time, and she told me she was tired and ready to go.
By Anna Boisvert4 years ago in Families
I Just Want
I remember the first time I watched Matilda with my Aunt. Lying in the middle of her bedroom floor surrounded by my younger aunts, brother, and pillows and blankets. The smell of all the dusty old books cluttered her two bookcases. The way the TV lightened the dark bedroom was just enough for me to notice how small the boxed TV was that sat on top of the tall wooden dresser.
By C.Allure Wolfe4 years ago in Families
Know you more
Dear Mom, It's been almost a year since you left. I miss you everyday. The last time I saw you I didn't even speak to you but now I got alot to say. I'm sorry I turned my back on you mom but I felt at the time you turned your back on me 17 years before when you threw our relationship out the door, and for what? Happiness you thought would be waiting for you at the bottom of that pill bottle? In truth it was just a 17 year long battle. I spent all those years selfishly thinking you were fighting me and dad when in reality you were only fighting yourself. I spent all those years only thinking about me and not realizing you were fighting a war I couldn't see. You told me more than once about the hell that you went through but it's like my mind never fathomed what all was done to you. They didn't just tear your wings, they ripped them from your back. How could anyone be okay after that? Yet I expected you to just stop your self-treatment, and I became bitter and full of resentment. I should have been more compassionate and understanding, instead I was aggravating and demanding. I'm sorry mom, sorry I wasn't there for you, loving you, lifting you, and understanding you when I really needed to. The day you died I dropped to my knees and forgave you and I can only hope you forgive me too. I want you to know, mom, now I know you more. Now I understand what it was all for. You didn't choose addiction, addiction chose you. It saw the perfect victim, trauma, a clear path to get to you. It wasn't your fault, mom. It wasn't anything you did. Trauma just chased you ever since you were a kid. I wish I could take it all back mom and instead of walking out the door, I would hug you and pick you up off the floor.
By kasey gresham4 years ago in Families
Why I am not over #PartyGate
For international readers – some context. #Partygate has been trending in the UK for months now, as drip by drip we are learning of the extent of how our government leaders partied their way through lockdown. They made laws which they broke. They made laws which we were told we needed to follow to keep ourselves and others safe. They broke those laws, whilst others were isolated, fined and well-organised, safe protests were heavily policed. They broke those laws by partying.
By Rachel Robbins4 years ago in Families
Word of the Day: 海辺
My dad and I don't have the best relationship. I barely know the man past a few hours watching him surf on the beaches of California. I guess he was living his dream somehow. I was shocked when I heard that my grandma used to leave him all by himself as a child at the beach with a little sack-lunch; Just left him, all by himself. I wonder if he was scared or if he was just a naturally confident kid? He used to ride horses bareback and run a muck on his street so, I would like to think of him as not knowing fear during that time.
By Kayla McIntosh4 years ago in Families
