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.
Dreaming of you
I had a dream last night; it was quite bizarre. It was about a world that existed outside our realm. I like to call it “Parmel.” Parmel is a realm that lives inside my head. I’ve only ever seen it once. It’s a realm that has colors in nature, like the flowers that bloom in meadows, the sky is purple and navy blue. The grass is as pink as the fish in the sea. The lakes were divine and as clear as could be. Pollution did not exist in this world. oh, how great this place felt! It felt peaceful; there was no mistreatment upon anything that I could see, nor were there any anger or sadness. I felt like I could be there forever and get lost!
By Em Blackrose n Ambisious4 years ago in Families
I Remember
Our Grandmothers were the best. Some of us still have that love that never leaves still with us. Others have said goodbye to it. Whether or not you still have your nana, you still have the feeling of her. Now for me, I lost my nana in December, year 2009, just before Christmas. Oh my was it the worst day of my life. Well one in a few anyways, But that's another story and another time.
By Tiffanie m Adkins4 years ago in Families
Last Words
Is Death more torturous than life? My little cousin passed away a week ago. One week since her grace blessed this earth with her presence. I was asked to write her obituary, the funeral has come and gone since. I turned something in her sister described as "perfect", but I still cant find the right words. The words that would hold her entire self within them. Words that weigh as much as she did, because Mabel, Mabel was heavy. Not in size but in love, she still swims in the depths of my heart, and I hope she stays there forever. I hope that if my mind one day wanders away, her name will still be a very real reality. I pray that I never forget her laugh, her voice, her smile, her sass, her...just all of her. How do you paraphrase a life? No matter how short, will there ever be enough words that encompasses all that someone was? What they still are to those of us left behind. I hope Mabel knew how much I admired her, how much I wanted to be like her in some aspects. Her courage, her ingenuity, her willingness to be no less than all that she was...
By Bianca Serraty4 years ago in Families
The Fog of Grief
It is June 2015. There are people in my house. Who is here? I tell myself that I’m okay because my sister, Arlene, flew in from Chicago, and my son, Joel, flew in from California. They are staying with me. They are watching over me. What are they saying? I don’t know.
By Joan Gershman4 years ago in Families
The Truth
"Is it true?", she asked her Uncle as she reached his bed during her first and only sleepwalking experience. She was nine years old and her mother had been taken from their home by ambulance the previous night. "Yes sweetheart, it's true", her Uncle replied as he enfolded her in his arms and cuddled her. She went back to sleep feeling safer.
By Melissa Saggers4 years ago in Families
Ric
It was late afternoon, around six, when I checked my phone. There was a voice mail message from Ric. This was strange - Ric would never leave a message, he just wasn't into that kind of thing. If he called and you picked up, then great. He also didn't respond to texts. So you had to call and not leave a message if he didn't answer. Ric was like the dad I never had.
By Melissa Saggers4 years ago in Families
Just Breathe
“Just breathe and everything will be okay. This is not the time to burst into tears.” I took another deep breath before placing my balmy hand on the ice-cold handle of room 0701. I slightly open the door to peek in and The somberness from the room immediately overtakes my body. The smell of used garments mixed with the stale air makes it even harder not to cry. I hear groaning from the room next door and screams from down the hall. The IV in the room continues to beep as it checked my Nana’s vitals. A single tear falls from my left eye. I open the door a little more and the shadow cast from the bed falls over my face. “Perfect. So they won’t see my tears,” I thought before entering the room.
By Jaide Wyatt 4 years ago in Families
Fate
July 15, 2015, Calcutta (Kolkata), India Sutopa just got back from the nursing home. Her face was overburdened with feelings - crestfallen, etiolated, petrified, qualmish, and stupefied. It was 1 p. m. She thought of informing her husband, who was at work, but she hesitated. Over the last few weeks, she was feeling torpid and looking wan. As advised by many she went to visit the doctor. Dr. Nag was reputed and it took three weeks to get the appointment. Even though the doctor was good at her craft, she directed her to carry out several tests from blood to Colonoscopy. Today her MRI test report was to be delivered and she went to the nursing home to collect it. Sutapa was a devoted homemaker. Even with such weakness, she performed all her duties, obedient to habit. The last few days have been hectic for her because of the medical tests. That could not hinder her dedication though she could not stick to her routine with the kind of precision she has been categorically associated with.
By abhidipta mallik4 years ago in Families
A Childhood Memory
One night my sister and I heard our parents fighting through our bedroom wall into the living room. To us this was a typical fight that we heard occasionally through our bedroom wall, but this one was quite different than the other arguments. We heard my mom telling my dad, “I want a divorce from you, I am done.” Those words will always circle and live in my brain. My sister and I being young kids, we didn’t understand what she really meant when she said she wanted a divorce. My dad and mom were sitting in our living room surrounding our fireplace. My sister, Lynette and I had our ears pressed up and glued to one of the side walls in our bedroom so that we could listen to their conversation. The night went by as my sister, and I had laid in our bed staring up at the ceiling in total silence. By far, that was the longest night I have ever been awake through. I didn’t want the time to keep going, I didn’t want the sun to rise. I didn’t want to have to deal with a new reality, so even though I was awake staring at the ceiling most the night I also didn’t feel like I was there in a way. It felt like an out of body experience, even though as a child I didn’t know what those words meant. I knew something was wrong, the tone was different, the way they talked to each other was different. It was all so very different that my brain knew something was wrong and going to be different, at that moment I really had no clue what our reality was going to look like.
By Christina Hansen4 years ago in Families
