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.
Evil Aunt
As she lay awake every night, sometimes wondering and sometimes crying about what happen to her father for the last 13 years. Kay feels hopeless, and it is sad how people have rendered a fully able and capable adult, and devoted mother, completely helpless.
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion4 years ago in Families
Our Christmas Card 2021
This year, our family suffered a great loss as we came to grips with losing our beloved Dad and Grandpa. Though our children have dealt with losing two of their "old Grandpas" (great-grandfathers) over the last few years, this time the loss was a little closer.
By Shelley Wenger4 years ago in Families
Widowhood 101: Accepting the things we cannot change
Dear widow or widower: The man or woman you loved has passed away. The loss of separation and the pressures from society might make you feel you have something to prove. Newsflash: You don't have to date, have sex or marry again if you really do not want to. If that is your desire there is nothing wrong with it. Loving and missing the person you shared your life with for 30, 40, 50, or 60 years is normal. Grieving is difficult but it is normal. Please don't let others influence you to make decisions you may later regret. You cannot change the fact your spouse has died but you can accept your new status without feeling you must change it.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Families
Tapestry
Seashells inside a golden frame, pink and sweet. A mermaid sits against a rock, her hands trailing in the pool beside her. Her gaze is serene and long auburn hair is blowing across her shoulders in the wind. Her skin is porcelain; a faint flush is on her cheeks.
By Cate Stephens 4 years ago in Families
Danielle Fairchild
Jotting down the next things on her list, she put her pencil on the desk and looked at her expanding responsibilities. The list of “To Do’s” seemed to grow with the morning sun, inching through the windows of her apartment. The warmth cascading freckles of glistening light across her complexion. She sits amongst the wooden desk chair painted blue, tapping her finger nails against the side of her tea cup. Tilting her head, she takes a deep breath as the corners of her mouth move up with her arms, in a refreshing stretch.
By Abigail Dorothy4 years ago in Families
Jade On My Mind
Many key events determine who we become. I recently had such an event, but to grasp the full weight of this tale we must go back seventeen years ago. The year I moved to Tennessee, the year I learned about love as the most basic concept, and what mental illness truly was.
By Alys Maeve Amoré4 years ago in Families
Gone Fishin'
I sighed heavy and arched the ache from my back, careful not to send the heavy book plummeting to the floor from my lap. The chair had been used in my mother's office, short as she was, and offered very little lumbar support, but it had to do. The room was crowded enough.
By Michael Thompson4 years ago in Families
To My Father Who Isn't Dead
To my father who isn’t dead, Because I feel like you are. I have completely lost you. We have nothing in common any longer. I am faced each day with your touch on my shoulder. And I want to shy away. I want to yell at you to not touch me. That you aren’t my father any more.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Families
