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.

Flowers for Martha
Flowers for Martha The snow was swirling frantically about her head as Brianna walked the half mile home from her daily shift at the local cafe. “Someday”, she thinks to herself, “ I will find a better job, a better place to live and change my life”. The cold tugging at her face as she grips her coat tighter around her. She finally manages to make it home only to find her power has been knocked out by the snowstorm. She screams to herself, “There has to be something better for me”!
By Robin Hardy5 years ago in Families
Processing
It's Friday night, and Slator gazes out the window of his penthouse, a glass of red wine in his hand. He takes a swig of his wine, sighs, and turns away from the view, retreating to the leather armchair in the corner.
By Em Turner5 years ago in Families
Imagine if I Looked Like Me?
Imagine if I Looked Like Me? 2018 He stood in the doorway, flabbergasted. After 20 years it was mind boggling this behavior was still escalating. If he engaged her, he was wrong. If he simply walked away, he was wrong. She got away with everything. She was the mother, the matriarch. Nobody ever talked back to Betty, not ever. Especially not now.
By Rene’ Schultz5 years ago in Families
Your Final Breath
Some people say the thoughts before we die would determine where we go in the afterlife. The pain of death alone is unmeasurable. The combination of pain and remorse is agony.
By Vitak Cheav5 years ago in Families
Sunset
Outside, the sun was sitting low on the horizon. He hadn't said more than a few words when he returned from the hospital in many hours. She had been mindful of not disturbing him, occasionally giving him a hug and saying that she loved him. She wasn't sure what else to do. Every now and again, he would let out a loud, broken sign, as if the sorrow that was growing dark and silent inside him was trying to escape.
By Elena Brooks5 years ago in Families
My Little Black Book
I have days that are neither good nor are they bad. I have come to notice that they are fluid like the tide moving in and out and welcome that analogy. Because on the days that are not so good, I remember that it is only temporary, and that tomorrow will bring me the possibility of a better day. That being said, today is not an ebb and flow kind of day. Today is a bad day. Today is a dark day. Today is a day that I cannot find the bright spot, that I cannot find the light. It is like I am being swallowed into the stomach of the universe where I will wait to be digested and shat out at its will. I know, that sounds entirely overly dramatic, but it is where I am today.
By Kat Ryan5 years ago in Families
Twenty Thousand Reasons
Twenty Thousand Reasons I hear the roaring of the waves crashing against the rocks at my feet, but where it usually delights me, something feels like it’s missing today… because it is. I stiffen and shift on my throne of rocks, forcing off the tears that are so ready to fall down my unwilling cheeks. All I want is for you to be sitting beside me…
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Families
House and Home
There is something to be said about the death of a loved entity, the memories of someone or something dead will almost always be sanctified. It's like your mind, taken over by sadness, flushes your memories and only retains the positive. The reputation of the said dead increases infinitely. It can’t incriminate itself. At least, this is my experience.
By n5 years ago in Families
Happy Birthday
The doorbell rang. I might have already been awake; sometimes it was hard to tell. My westie, Captain Pickles, had commandeered the covers and couldn’t be bothered by the chime. He gave me a single eye lift, but even that seemed like too much effort.
By Nicole DiMattei5 years ago in Families
Hollow dreams
Fall 2020 . It’s grey and gloomy outside and the wind seems to enjoy dancing around the trees. I put on my thin sweater as I look out my window , knowing I’ll be shivering as soon as I step outside . I blow out the candle i keep lit on my dining room table everyday .
By Sheyla Gonzalez5 years ago in Families
One Day
The tips of the trees were whipping back and forth in the winter wind. The sky was perfectly blue. No clouds. She imagined the creaking and cracking song the trees sang as they swayed.
By Molly Hodgkins5 years ago in Families
Treasure in a Dead Man's Chest
In many ways, Jerry Mason preferred his uncle Julian dead. He’d always been a rather odious character while he was alive; his love for his own voice accommodated perfectly by his tendency to throw the most woeful dinner parties at his chintzy mansion in the Sussex countryside. Jerry would often find himself stuck to the man for hours, listening to some anecdote about world politics (or a chastisement regarding Jerry’s financial situation) while trying to distract himself from Julian’s halogenic breath by counting all the different variations of argyle on the upholstery. Yes, he was not much going to miss the man - this was made all the easier to digest by the fact that all he had received at the reading of the wills earlier that week was a smug-looking china piggy bank containing small change from most of the countries that had made up the British Empire. Half of them weren’t even in circulation anymore! A fiscal dig from beyond the grave, from a man who seemed to have a bottomless bank account nonetheless.
By Jimmy Chambers5 years ago in Families