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.
Timing Is Everything
Shattered glass and blood in hues of a scarlet red rose are scattered and smeared along the roadside. Fumes of gas and exhaust loom in the air as if creating a toxic bubble around the wreckage of a vehicle that was supposed to keep us safe. My eyes fall upon dad’s body thinking, he looks so peaceful. Content. At the time, my mind wasn’t aware that I was looking at a corpse that housed nothing that made my father, my father. I scrambled over the gear shift and into his lap, squeezing my bruised, bloody body under the steering wheel to rest my head on his solid chest.
By Alley Cowgill5 years ago in Families
The Tuffin Estate
Johnathon Tuffin the sixth, known as “John,” promised his twins he’d be home for their third birthday, and he was running late. The Tuffin Estate’s private jet’s Ottawa flight had a twenty-minute delay due to a high-pressure storm brewing down from the East. John was writing in an “old family heirloom,” his little black notebook trying to kill time waiting for the flight to land. Now entering the Tuffin Estate’s Airspace, his jet slowly started to descend, circling towards the private airport. The plane flying into the runway released its landing gear striking the tarmac glided to a halt as the propellers gently rotated.
By Suzanne Bennett Mcelroy5 years ago in Families
On Fully Confronting Love & the Death of my Parents in 2021
Two days after my mom died in 2015, I texted a friend that I still believed in love. That friend surely thought I was delirious - freshly sunk in the deep depths of a mind-numbing ocean of grief, pining too quickly after the sun-kissed surface of the water that I would not even begin to see again for another five years. There is no rushing love and healing in the face of continuous death.
By Anea Moore5 years ago in Families
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK As she searched through the belongings of her recently deceased grandmother, she remembered playing in this old attic with her “mawmaw”. There had always been interesting things in this attic, including old clothes that she loved to dress up in, and jewelry as well. Paula smiled a rather sad smile as she walked over to the old trunk where all those fabulous clothes were still kept. She opened it, hearing the creak of the old hinges on the back. She pulled out the long, yellow dress she used to love so dearly and held it up in front of her as she looked in the old mirror that still stood at the end of the room. Oh, she could not wear that dress anymore for she was not quite so slim as she had been when she was a teen. Her grandma had let her wear that dress to her prom. It was definitely different than anything anyone else had worn with its silky layers and puffy sleeves, but she did not care. She folded the dress back into the trunk carefully and closed it.
By Juanell Hopper5 years ago in Families
The Gift of a Life
I will not claim to have any sort of grand plan cooked up to better myself. I stopped taking resolutions seriously years ago. They never seem to work for me, or anyone in my vicinity. Even the idea of making resolutions just because it is a new calendar year feels like an annual setup. You make goals, put a bunch of energy into them, crash, fail, and spend the rest of the year thinking about how much better your life would be if you just met those goals. And after the year I have had, that we all have, it felt empty and silly to force any sort of lifestyle change just because humans habitually mark time.
By Katie Moll5 years ago in Families
Mothers dirty secret
Where do i begin? Just another day with the same old routines, living life on auto pilot. I decided I would take a trip to see mom since she is feeling under the weather. I know this stupid virus going around has us worried who is going to be it's next victim.
By Claudia A.C.5 years ago in Families
Little Black Notebook
A diligent young man of 11 years old, with soft, curly red hair and freckles was walking home from school when he noticed a little black notebook peeking out from the corner of a bush in cranky old Ms. McGregor's yard with a strange shimmery symbol on the cover.
By Brandy Chupp5 years ago in Families
Life and death and Tuesdays
It was a cold Thursday afternoon when I got a text from my best friend letting me know her grandpa had passed away. He had been ill but ultimately fell victim to COVID-19. Alone in a hospital for 7 days, he took his final breaths as his family sat, scattered across the country, hopeless and praying they would get to see him one more time. He was old but the tragedy of having to die alone when you have a loving family who would give nothing more than to be by your side is heartbreaking.
By Trish Felecos5 years ago in Families
