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.
Dear Lucas (2020)
Today is election day in the United States of America. As people read this, their minds will be elsewhere. They will be thinking of all that is at stake tonight and for the days, weeks, months, and years ahead. Someone will win. Someone will lose. America’s unofficial sport will shift its focus. Some will play offense. Some will play defense. The beat that is American democracy will go on methodically until the next contest.
By Nathan Box5 years ago in Families
The Dream
It felt like hours he had been wandering with no clue, not even the slightest idea of where he was going or where he was running to next. This in itself was something that was nothing new, perhaps it was even considerably the only thing he knew for sure would never change. Though, as he continued on his path to what could have easily been nowhere, the scenery in his view was something all too familiar; a place he was tethered to, a place he was bound to return to time and time again. It was, in the back of his mind and in his heart, the place where he would always belong.
By Fiore Mitchell5 years ago in Families
My Personal Hell
I do not presume to know the stories of any of the other 200,000+ families that have lost a loved one to Coronavirus. Nor do I intend to depreciate their feelings or sentiments. I do, however, sympathize with each and every one of you. We have gone through hell. And this one is mine.
By Kimberly Ann Tougas5 years ago in Families
Blood
I always wanted to have a part of you.. I always wanted to be a part of you.. But deep down I always knew I had You in me.. We didn’t get enough time, time was never on your side.. You chose a life that I wasn’t ever supposed to know about.. and Mom knew she had to keep me away from it, or was it you she was keeping me away from...
By Asante Asante Asante5 years ago in Families
Questions for my Mother
To my mother, I remember the night I found out you were sick. The first time. Annie and I were up late on a school night talking, hours after you sent us to bed. This was when you worked at 4am so we normally got away with staying up late. Except this time, we could hear you in your room.
By Christina Sanchez5 years ago in Families
The inevitable cost of love
To the newly, woefully, bereaved, still trying to make sense of the way that death just rearranged your life, I have no words for you. That's not because I don't care, or that there isn't so much to say, only that I understand that there aren't any, not right now, that would reach you or soothe you, or grant you any peace. We all wish you peace, in time, and trust us, those who circle around you, up close and at a distant, we're frustrated with our lack of ability to help.
By Katie Ball Peca5 years ago in Families
Mom tribute
Okay here it goes, I selected this specific tattoo to submit because there is a true sadness but REAL LOVE and meaning of love. My mom was my best friend, boy hunter, crazy, adventurous and spontaneous woman. She was the definition of WONDER WOMAN to me and my brothers’ because she raised 3 children on her own and she crossed the river to live the American Dream with my siblings. Both of my oldest brothers’ were born and raised in Mexico with my mom and I was born in California, U.S. My mom was a cool but yet strict mom of course. At the age of 18, she got me my first tattoo of a tribal hibiscus tattoo in color. It was my birthday/late Christmas present.
By Martha Acosta5 years ago in Families
The girl with no arms
Welcome! Let me tell you a bit about myself, first off Hi my name is Korrin. It's not pronounced the way it's spelt, I have close friends who still mess up saying it correctly it's kinda funny. So just skip over the name because it doesn't really matter anyways. My hair color and my style is constantly changing, as you can see I have an addiction to getting ink! In total I have 25 pieces on my body and each tell their own little story. My favorite times to get ink done is when my heart hurts and is shattered into a zillion tiny pieces. If I'm too feel pain I better damn well get something good out of it wouldn't you agree? Sadly my entire life has been so full of pain, I just try to block my trauma out. It doesn't work. So can you take a wild guess what age I was when I got my first tatty? 13... Can you possibly try to guess what the hell I decided to get? A friggin pot leaf....oops!!! So until I was 18 years old and could find someone to cover it up....I was known as the girl with the pot leaf on her back. Honestly there where so many times I completely forgot I had it there...until I would get some pretty judgemental stares. When I went into the foster system for the last time at age 13 I turned into this wild child. Surprisingly it honestly saved my life, and they let me express myself freely to a point. They let me color my hair, and let me play with makeup (remember those mask days? HAHA) Though I thought I was going to be planning my own funeral once I went home and they discovered what stupid thing I had done. At the end of the day I finally got it covered with a rose and tribal art. I can still see hints of that darn leaf as the red ink fades over the years, but it's a reminder of my past so I've learnt to accept it. Now to explain my favorite piece and how the girl on my arm is.... you guessed it...me!
By Korrin McPherson5 years ago in Families
The pain of child loss
Many women, dream to have a child. While miscarriage/loss of a child is very common (over 3 MILLION cases per year) it is very hard and emotional to talk about. Whether you were 6 weeks or 6 months, the physical and pshycological pain is VERY real.
By Alexis DeCamp5 years ago in Families
