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.
That day
The sound of a bag being dropped doesn’t seem like something that should be burnt into a persons mind. Maybe if she knew the sound of the bag being dropped would haunt her for the rest of her life, then she would have thrown it into the cupboard with other old bags, or donated it, or left it at home. It only contained a few items, a bus pass, a small black notebook and a phone charger, enough items to make enough of a sound that would stick in her mind, like a super glue that reached all the edges of her brain.
By Katie Warden5 years ago in Families
To Whom It May Concern
Memories I woke up this morning with the sun coming through my window. This is my favorite way to wake up - with the wind blowing the white curtains and dust dancing across my room. As I rolled over, I felt my sheets slide over my feet when I wiggled my toes.
By Dakota Seliy5 years ago in Families
Fate or Fight
They were all gone. Her parents, her little brother, and everyone else had been taken and she had been left. Out of 245 passengers plus the crew, she was the only one who had survived the plane crash. It seemed incredible, impossible, or—simply—fate. Merlin believed in fate, but was it fate that she should survive the crash into the ocean, only to die on a deserted island? Could that possibly be fate, or merely cruel circumstance?
By roger Crane5 years ago in Families
A Book for Remembering
I slammed on the brakes and the 1964 Plymouth came to a screeching halt. The summer night was clear and warm and in the sudden stillness the desert around me seemed to stretch on endlessly. Tears were still streaming from my face. I could feel them burning on my flushed cheeks, eroding away my skin and dripping freely from my chin onto my shirt but I didn't care. I hardly even noticed them to be honest because in that moment when I should have been feeling distraught and heart broken I felt nothing and that was somehow worse. I looked over at the duffle bag that sat innocently on the passenger side seat, the duffle bag that was filled to the brim with cash, the duffle bag that occupied a space that would never be filled with my son ever again. At the thought of my son, my sweet round faced son who would never sit in that seat, never eat cheese pizza in that seat, never listen to Blink 182 and try to sing like Tom DeLonge ever again. These thoughts seemed to scream over and over again in my mind and perhaps it was the stillness of the desert night that so contrasted the heaving sea of anguish that radiated throughout my entire being or perhaps it was seeing the bag that had replaced my own flesh and blood in the passenger seat but the numbness inside of me shattered. I began to scream and beat my hands against the steering wheel of the old Plymouth. I could hear myself screaming to God asking him over and over again to forgive me for getting my precious boy mixed up in all this. I knew that he would not.
By Hayden Buhler5 years ago in Families
Magic In The Walls
The July air was thick and blistering hot when Maddie got the call. Her father had passed in his sleep from a heart attack. It was a tragedy, yet she couldn’t bring herself to shed so much as a tear. Sure, Maddie loved her father. He raised her, kept her fed, gave her a place to live. Really, he gave her what was expected of a parent; the bare minimum. Maddie’s mother had passed from illness when she was six and the rest of her childhood was just the two of them in their quiet and unwelcoming home.
By Nola Kalapacs5 years ago in Families
