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 My Head
I remember the saddest day of my life. Everything was as usual for the start of my day. As I wipe the sleep out of my eyes from the night before. The first thought that invaded my mind was; “That’s right I still have a shot!” I run to the bathroom and shove it in and oh my God that feels awesome! Well we’ll see how good Tina is to me by tonight.
By Sirena Sparks5 years ago in Families
A suicide survivors story
It was December 17th and it was brisk outside. I had come home in the morning after working the overnight shift at Mcdonalds. I was a Shift Manager at the time. At the time it was just a normal day for me going through the motions. I took a shower, grabbed a snack and sat down to watch some TV before bedtime. I didn't want to work the following night, but I had to. A co-worker said he would cover for me if I wanted to stay home and at the time I didn't know I would need it.
By claire roco5 years ago in Families
How 2020 Built Me
As most of you know, COVID started back in February & March. I, like a lot of people though the whole thing was a hoax, or political ploy, honestly, a part of me still does. My whole life started changing before I could crack my next joke about it, when my husband started coughing. That's when shit got real. He coughed for a week, cough syrup & steroid medications didn't help; he just kept getting worst.
By Courtney Bowling5 years ago in Families
Mothers Letters
LETTER 1 I’m the lady with the dead baby. It’s okay, I’m allowed to be so blunt because it’s my truth. The truth I live with every single day. I am the lady whose baby died. One day my baby was living and the next day he was gone. That is what happened. It doesn’t offend me if you acknowledge this. It’s actually nice someone takes an interest.
By someone special5 years ago in Families
Baby's Daddy
I remember the first time we met. You were at my brother Tony's jouse in Spring Valley with your brother Herold. I went to my brothers house that day to do my laundry. You were in the garage sitting with my brother drinking a beer and I think smoking weed but I could be wrong about that. You flirted a little. I didn’t think anything about it. Later after I got home Tony called me and said “You know Bobby and Herold that were at my place? They both think your pretty. Which one can I give your number to”. I giggled and asked what they said “Herold said you have big boobs and Bob asked if her could have your number”. I told Tony to grant Bobby’s request. It took you a few days but he called me. He asked me out on a date. At the time I had a 3 year old son and was a single mom. I told him I’d have to find a sitter so he offered to come to my house and bring dinner “you like pizza don’t you”. I said yes I do but my hips seemed to like it more. Lol.
By Deanna Straup5 years ago in Families
Rest in peace Dad
I do clearly remember when I was 6 years old on a sunny morning in our front yard while my mother and father was gardening that I decided to get a broom stick, stood on a chair and starting singing my lungs out in the tune of Tie A Yellow Ribbon and told myself and my parents that someday, I will be a great performer.
By Cecile and Mighty Torrente5 years ago in Families
Grief: A Widow's Perspective
Grief. It’s a small word. One syllable. Yet, the amount of weight that word carries with it, is absolutely astonishing. It seems as though most people have heard about the various stages of grief. Denial, when one is simply not ready to face reality and in essence shuts down. Anger, when one realizes their reality just turned on its head and is looking for someone or something to blame. Bargaining, when desperation sets in and one pleads with all the powers that be to just fix it. If they fix it things will change. Depression, when reality really hits hard and even getting out of bed is a struggle. Guilt can rear its ugly head here too. …And then of course, there is acceptance. Where we are supposed to say, “This is life now, it can’t be changed, move forward.”
By Madelynn Hess5 years ago in Families
I Choose Joy For My Grandpa
As a society, we are curious about habits that lead to a long and healthy life. For that information, we seek out our elders. Now, many grandparents will advise on that topic but, my grandpa Billy was different. He did not tell me how to live a long and happy life, he showed me. For the 26 years that he blessed my life, he always has a smile on his face. People noted there were two things Grandpa Billy always had on him, his Korean War Veteran hat and a big smile.
By The Mindful Educator5 years ago in Families
Setting Boundaries While in Mourning
After my mom died, I needed to reset in a big way. I couldn't continue living my life as I was, and I couldn't continue with the same old relationships I had with certain people in my life. It was a hard transition from going from one parent to none. And I wasn't sure how to navigate through it.
By Lina Green5 years ago in Families
