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.
Changing
Chapter 1: I hear the sounds of my feet hitting the ground in a rapid pace. I’m running, I’m trying to get away. I feel the panic in me worsening, he’s fast, too fast. As I’m running through the darkened woods I beg for mercy and hope I don’t stumble over my feet. One moment of hesitation and he’ll get me. I plead to myself, I’m too young to die, please, I’m only 17. I hear nothing, quietness, I look back and notice he’s gone. Relief comes over me as I’m about to stop running, then my body slams into what felt like a wall. It was him. He’s got me, and he grabs his knife and slams it into my side, then chest, with no sign of ever stopping.
By Taylor Heronemus5 years ago in Families
13 Years Apart
Before I begin the story of my brother and his unexpected tragic departure from our world to the next, I'll start with how he came into this world. I with 13 years old when my baby brother was born of course like all children who are the only child in there parents lives the announcement that soon a baby will be arriving along with the news" your going to be a older brother", is told to you frequently and seeing that the family is so imbued into all the excitement that comes with expecting, is not conceivable to the young mind at least not fully, so of course jealousy and certain new feelings come about that you have to learn how to deal with, start to sink in and then of course the time comes for the baby's arrival which when Jared Hart did come I was very scared very protective very different than I thought I would be . My mother, Nancy Badar, was so happy and so to was my stepdad, Phillip Hart. (As this was his first born son and first ever boy in the family or at least on the "hart" side of the family) Having a new born baby in the house was definitely something to get used too. But of course over time I did!
By Joseph Badar5 years ago in Families
Daddy and Me
I was a questioning child...always wanting to know the why of any matter. This is a hard question for any parent to answer at the best of times. However, Daddy always tried to answer my questions--no matter how difficult, and, if he did not know the answer tried to source the answer that was required. He never let me down in this and often had to tell me to be patient but he never forgot the question asked and always found me an appropriate answer when possible. I learned, early in life, that there is not always an immediate or any answer to some of the questions we may have about the world around us. The important thing is that daddy listened to my questions and provided honest answers even if they were not the ones I wanted to hear.
By Lizabeth Brooks5 years ago in Families
Saved by an Angel
It was 2007 and I found myself in Queensland, Australia, on the beautiful Sunshine Coast, I had recently arrived in Australia to house sit for friends, who were heading of on their 6 week dream trip to Europe and UK, as I drove them to the Airport I realised the only two people I knew were going away and leaving me on my own with just Tommy the Dalmatian dog for company.
By Penny Barradale5 years ago in Families
Learning to Live With Grief
I had prayed for over 20 years for a little sister for my son, for a daughter with whom I could do all the things little girls dream of one day doing with their daughters. When God gifted me with my daughter 21 years after my son was born, I felt truly blessed.
By Cait Blevins5 years ago in Families
My Life As I Know It
My life started as most other people's does... guy meets girl... they fall in love and get married and had a daughter (myself). My mom already had my oldest sister and my younger sister would come later. Happily ever after, right? Wrong. My parents never got along and for the life of me, I can't understand why they got married. After fights, lots of angry screaming, and so many other things; they got divorced. All this happened before I even remember. I never knew my parents together, only of them hating each other.
By Lacey Cohran Kines5 years ago in Families
A better place
I don't know how to grieve my father. I think about different things I can do to get the mourning process over. His phone number is still in my cel phone and when I skim across it, I always hesitate thinking one day i'll dial it. Maybe he'll pick up.
By Carla R. Herrera5 years ago in Families
The impact of infant loss.
The losses we feel everyday in our lives are not insignificant, they all hurt, sting and make us feel extremely lost without that person. Although everyone has different views on loss, those that hurt the most are the loss of an infant. A spectacular blessing that has brought so much joy in a short amount of time. For a mother that time is including the nine months she carries the infant as well. However, losing that blessing is the most soul crushing feeling ever. I remember the night vividly everyday, I remember the feeling of guilt, and feeling like my heart was shattering. Waking up to my husband saying " dear there is something wrong with the baby". Immediately grabbing my glasses off the stand beside the bed grabbing our little boy from him, Immediately starting CPR even though with a medical background they say you are not allowed to work on your own family. I was the only one trained to respond to this type of situation. That situation is completely different when its your own family, the amount of guilt you feel, the constant battle inside of you, wondering everyday if you did everything you were trained to do. Those are things I do not wish on anyone else to ever know what it feels like.
By Sarah Sebastion5 years ago in Families
Losing a sibling
I have been living away from my family for 14 years. For 14 years I have been connected to my roots with only phone calls. It means that I remember them the way they were 14 years ago. That’s how I remember their appearances and the way they look at life. I don’t know them anymore. I get only bits and pieces of what they actually are now. When you are overseas you realize that sooner or later you will receive that terrifying phone call about someone dying in your family. You don’t clearly think about it but it vaguely hangs over you for many years. I finally received it this year. I thought I was kind of ready because it’s been hanging over. I was so painfully wrong.
By Yuliya Brown5 years ago in Families
