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.
In Loving Memory: Losing A Loved One
Losing a loved one is difficult. People say, “just get over it” or “you need to move on”. That is easy to say when you are not the person dealing with the situation. There is no just get over it or you need to move on because the person that we cherished is gone. We have memories, good or bad but we do not just bounce back like that.
By Nerissha Hunt5 years ago in Families
The Mother's Soul
It was about 7:34 pm on a cold November night in 2018. Mukul was having dinner with his wife Pooja. Pooja had made his favourite dish chole bhature. Their three children, Anil, Vijaya and Kirti had gone to bed early. This year the weather was very cold for November in Kanpur, India. Pooja told Mukul, “Should we see a movie tonight, dear?” He replied, “No, thanks. Tonight I want to sit alone for a while and then I will come to sleep.” “That is ok. No problem at all. I will read my favourite novel tonight,” said Pooja. She gave Mukul a hug and then proceeded to their bedroom.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Families
The Last Phone Call
It was about 8:32 pm on a very hot June evening in 2019. Hemant was waiting for his favourite TV show, Crime Patrol Satark, to come on Sony TV in about an hour. His wife Shivani and daughter Priya had gone to bed early this night. From his house’s window Hemant was looking outside at the nice sky. He loved living in Bhopal, India for the past 27 years.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Families
Angels in the Deep
Hello! So, Tuesday July 13th, my grandmother passed after a 6 or so month health battle, in her sleep. The next day when I caught sight of this Challenge on the Vocal site, and I immediately had the idea for this story, and knew this is what we were going with. The premise of this story is fictional. The only particularly real part is, of course, the main character's loss. Everything else is the fictional parts, but some is inspired by realistic elements that happened after my own loss. For example, it may not have been a shark, but the day she passed a beautiful bird came over and sat on the bush outside of our apartment for a few minutes. And I smiled at that bird and, with tears, said "look, she came back to say she's alright."
By Lizzy Rose5 years ago in Families
Salute, Mom.
Growing up as teenagers, we think we know everything. The world revolves around us and mom doesn't know what she's talking about. We get to our adulthood and we start off thinking people should be living like us, as though we discovered a new way of life and everyone would be foolish to not live and see the world like we do. That's why we work so hard to get people to try the things we try and do the things we do and expect it to turn out the way it did for us, for the others we tried to influence. While in our bubble, we fail to realize that history repeats itself. Everything we thought was new, was just up cycled to fit the era. When our bubble gets popped, we find out that we don't know shit and the moment we do know anything significant is when we discover we actually don't know shit! Well at least speaking for myself.
By Jacx of Many5 years ago in Families
The World Ain’t Slowin’ Down
I didn’t want to lose you You said “You didn’t choose to- It’s just how your karma came” The day my sister-in-law Sharon died was a typical mid-March day in Boston. It was bright and sunny, and there were melting piles of snow and puddles everywhere. Although it was still cold, the sun was approaching the equinox, and the promise of spring was in the air.
By Kathy Copeland Padden5 years ago in Families
The Fireman's Gold
Annamarie sat sunken into her crescentic shaped seat, quietly observing the events of the day unfold. Her mother, Lorraine driving slowly while on a Bluetooth speaker conversation, discussing the evening plans. Annamarie’s four-year-old birthday celebration was expected to be a small but pleasant gathering of just immediate friends expected to visit. Lorraine channeling to the silence of her daughter, Annamarie sitting listening to her father’s voice through the speaker but not showing signs of emotion. Four-year-old sat, not even disappointed to hear that her father had not arrived home yet while out preparing. With no disappointment in her expression, her father promised a surprise. Lorraine focused on Annamarie’s face through the rearview mirror, glancing fast expecting to hear sadness or something more of her age group. Lorraine pulls into the driveway to start to welcome guests soon to arrive.
By Theresa Martineck5 years ago in Families
