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 Dark Night Of The Soul
Grief is like a churning sea. Just when the rolling begins to ease and a brighter horizon seems to appear in the distance a sinister sort of undertow inevitably grabs hold and down, down to the deep dark again. Days, sometimes weeks pass while down in the darkness and the hope for some kind of illumination is all but consuming. Aside from my begging the universe to not let Robbie’s death be true, I was begging Robbie to send me some kind of sign so I knew that he was still here somehow… somewhere but the darkness just lingered. Here, in the dark, all of my worst fears began shambling towards me.
By Sarah White5 years ago in Families
With tiny hands...
I don't know how to say this, so I will say it bluntly: my identical twin sister was horrifically murdered July 24, 2018. I still can't fully wrap my head around it, nor how someone could be so deranged as to lay their two hands so horrifically on MY twin.... my sweet, precious, fun-loving, pure spirited, good hearted, always smiling, just wanting to offer a helping hand to anyone in need.... twin.
By rachel ellis5 years ago in Families
The Dystopia within you.
Imagine the unforgiving scream and wails from a grieving mother, imagine the pain emptiness and darkness that fills her mind. The anger and pure hate in which drives her every morning to get up. The revenge in which she wants to seek out to satisfy her grievances. The unforgivable things endured in her life now all piling up and vivid in her mind.
By Nicole Danby5 years ago in Families
Kingdom of Thorns
“Charly, whatever is wrong with you?” Harry plucked the still-burning cigarette from the crumpled bedsheets and stubbed it out in the crystal swan Charly kept by her bedside. He studied her face; she had gone pale and her hands were trembling as she held the heart shaped locket away from her body like it was a live wire. She wasn’t the kind of woman to tremble and faint, which is why he loved her. That, and she didn’t think women should ride side-saddle.
By Batty Royale5 years ago in Families
Defining a Home:
Grandma’s house: grændˌmɑz haʊs (noun) 1. A huge, canary yellow house on top of a grassy hill, surrounded by flowers of pinks, reds, blues, and greens. Home to at least six rabbits dwelling in the locked cages lined along the garage and a small Samoyed outside dog that goes by the name of Snowball. In the summertime, you will know it’s grandma’s because you will always find a blue inflated swimming pool right outside the patio, a green, flourishing vegetable garden containing everything from green beans to watermelons, and a wire archway not far away, vines wrapped and woven through it with plump, purple and green juicy grapes.
By Kaitlyn Cope5 years ago in Families
Little Mae
The year was 1941; she was only five-years old when her father died. Clement Lee Walton was a short, brown-skinned man with little to no hair on his head. His nose and lips were big and wide and the muscles on his arms and legs were huge from a lifetime of hard labor. Clement was a good, decent man and a loving father to his baby girl Mae Ida. Mae had long smooth black hair. She wore three large braids in her head. Two braids in the front covered her small ears. She had one crooked braid in the back. She had a nose like her father's but not as noticeable. Her skin was brown and soft like chocolate. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of dark brown.
By Deborah Amos5 years ago in Families
Mommy Wants Kisses
For much of my childhood and adolescence, my family quietly referred to me as “The Prude.” I only found out about my whispered title when I went to spend a summer with my sister after my freshman year of college. I wasn’t comfortable being naked around my family. I wasn’t really comfortable being naked around anyone, generally. Now, I can see the protection my clothing afforded me, the comfort it kept me in. Outside of the usual lack of boundaries mentally, emotionally, and verbally there were certainly no clear lines in the sand regarding the bodies of my parents’ children.
By Elizabeth Hunter5 years ago in Families
Anguish into Passion
When I was little, and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up, I would tell them I wanted to be a mom. I married young and was eager to live my dream. That dream, however, soon became my nightmare. By rushing into a marriage with the first guy who asked I found myself trapped in a mentally and emotionally abusive marriage to an alcoholic. To say this “Man” was possessive, and controlling was an understatement. During the five years we were married he would lock me in our apartment while he went to work. He was Army and stationed in Germany. The door locked from the inside and out by a deadbolt with only one key. I was not allowed to go anywhere unless he was with me. Then when he was home, he would follow me around the house and even to the bathroom while I showered. I had four miscarriages while married to him. I finally found the courage to leave him after five years of abuse; even though he threatened to commit suicide if I did.
By Callie R Brown5 years ago in Families
Grief: That one small word
Grief.Death.Sadness. These three words stink at any age and most times are connected. I am definitly no newbie to grief and I know the battlefield it takes to recover from these three little words. When examining grief their are 12 actions and 5 stages that occur. When you go through grief you go through the following stages.
By Hannah Lovell5 years ago in Families
