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.

It's Cancer But...
There's something that changes in you when you lose a parent. It doesn't matter if you're 13, 36 or 65. That person who cared and loved you unconditionally is gone. It leaves behind a huge hole.
By Sian Rodgers7 years ago in Families
Grieving as an Adult
I've wanted to write this post for while but haven't really been sure of how to write it. But I've decided to just go ahead and do it, especially as I've been feeling a bit low the last couple of weeks so it feels like the right time to get it out.
By Emily Jones7 years ago in Families
What You Need to Know About Losing a Parent
No matter how it happens, losing a parent is always painful. It will always change your view about the world, whether that’s in a positive or negative sense.
By Stormy Robertson7 years ago in Families
Live for You
Every year over 24,000 babies are stillborn and families grieve in pain knowing that they will not get to see their baby boy or girl grow up. They will not get to see their child run and play. They will not get to kiss them goodnight. This reality hit my sister's home on June 22, 2018. I watched my sister give birth to her baby girl named Evelyn. Evelyn had her mom's curly black hair and her momma's long eyelashes. She was beautiful. She entered Earth with no cry and no life. It was heartbreaking watching my sister and brother-in-law hold her knowing they would eventually have to say goodbye. Memories. Memories is what they hold onto and hope that one day after this life they will see their baby girl again.
By Ceci Bordayo7 years ago in Families
3 Things You Can Do That Will Instantly Make You Happy
As I write these words, I'm still completely overwhelmed with grief over the loss of my dear son, Sammy. He died one day before his 16th birthday.
By Heart Centered Universe7 years ago in Families
Auras
According to Wikipedia, "An aura or human energy field is, according to New Age beliefs, a colored emanation said to enclose a human body or any animal or object. In some esoteric positions, the aura is described as a subtle body. Psychics and holistic medicine practitioners often claim to have the ability to see the size, color, and type of vibration of an aura.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Families
I Feel Lost Without You
She remembers like it was yesterday. The flashbacks come back little by little, fading in and out, and there is a 16-year-old girl screaming, terrified in the hospital. The place where babies are supposed to be born and people are supposed to be saved. But not today. Not for her. Doctors in their white lab coats are still bustling around, but the rest of the world has just started winding in slow motion. While everyone else is continuing with their day, she is trying to figure out why hers has come to a full blown stop. It can’t be real, right? Other relatives and friends try to calm and hug her, as it feels like her heart got crushed a hundred times over. What happened, what went wrong? Stop saying I’m going to be okay because I’m not! That’s what she wants to say. Instead, she welcomes the tears, hugs, and soft words from others because it’s all she can do. Cry with others and have others cling to her.
By Kate Ylitalo7 years ago in Families
Alone
March 29, 2003 That date is frozen in my mind. Time stopped and life left me for what I thought was going to prove to be permanent. That's the day I lost a child. A little girl. Kadence Kai was her name, though I was never to hold her tiny body or witness her take a breath.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean7 years ago in Families
The Relay of Life. Top Story - December 2018.
The other day I took a leisurely ride through my neighborhood while tending to some errands. I passed by my current job, which is about a mile or so away from my grandparents' home. My grandparents are long gone, but I had to slow down in the vicinity of their home while I soaked up many of the wonderful memories I shared with them, especially with my Grandpa.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Families
Grieving
They always say that grieving is a process; something that happens in stages. I thought I knew what that meant. That is until I had to grieve two separate people in the same year.
By dorothy nyc897 years ago in Families
The First Holiday
Thanksgiving is so close. This year has not been easy for me, and for a lot of those that are close to me. We lost a significant number of very important people this year. The holidays will not be the same.
By Michelle Schultz7 years ago in Families
'Tis the Season
It starts around my birthday. Turning another year older is somewhat daunting, but I’m excited to see what is in store for me. The birthday wishes start to roll in from almost everybody. I sit at the table, with cake in front of me, surrounded by some of my favorite people. All eyes are on me, except my eyes are wandering around the room. Looking for someone who I know couldn’t make it. I know he tried his best, but his efforts just weren’t enough. I smile, make a few jokes, and eat some cake. My phone is practically glued to my hand, despite not wanting to answer everybody’s happy birthday messages, and I check my phone constantly to see if I got a text or a missed call from someone. The hours go by, still no call. I call the number, hoping to get told they were busy at work, but only to get their voicemail. I distract myself to forget about reality. Before I know it, it’s the end of September. And I’m getting worse. The holidays are creeping in, and so are my memories. I keep busy to pass the time, only to realize Thanksgiving is next week. The smell of the kitchen on Thanksgiving Day automatically puts you in a food coma. I sit at the table, filling my plate with delicious food, waiting for a prayer to be said, only to hear someone else’s voice. As I head out to see the rest of the family, I feel as though someone is missing. Almost as if they’re running late, only to get in the car and realize they aren’t coming. The laughter fills the room, but mine isn’t genuine. The conversation varies from something political to something not so serious to getting asked what the family is doing for his anniversary. Unlike most of my family members, I don’t want to do anything. I go through what happened every single day and frankly, I don’t need any help remembering. I understand why they want to do something, but sometimes it’s just too much. I soon realize that Christmas is around the corner. Between shopping and getting ready for Christmas, I barely have time to breathe. Only to catch my breath on Christmas Eve. I get put in charge of dinner that way the others can go to Christmas Eve mass. I set the table, counting out how many people, only to count one extra. Dinner is ready, but it can’t get over with fast enough. There is small talk, but it’s still quiet and weird. The conversation isn’t the same, hasn’t been in three years. I sit back only to wish it was over. I get through it... barely. Here comes the new year! I celebrate at midnight only to sit by my phone at 12:03 waiting for a phone call I’ll never receive. I’ve been getting worse as the weeks have been going on. I feel alone, even in a room full of people. I smile because it’s the holidays, I’m supposed to be happy. I laugh because I don’t want people to think something’s wrong. I zone out, a lot. Then I slowly get better. Until it’s his birthday. Then I go to call and yell happy birthday, only to receive his voicemail. I realize he’s gone, but I wish it wasn’t true. Sometimes I wish he would come back just for one day, to have one more conversation or hug. I catch parts of him in strangers on the street and sometimes strangers even look like him. You don’t move on from the pain, it doesn’t get easier; you just get used to it.
By B7 years ago in Families