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.
Unending Pain
I have never been more shocked then I was that morning when I walked into my daughter's bedroom. Nothing in my life had ever prepared me for such a horrific sight. In my eyes, the blood seemed to consume the entire room. When in reality, the bed where my daughter's lifeless body lay consumed the most blood.
By Jodi Roberts8 years ago in Families
On the Day My Mother Was Cremated
On the day she was cremated, 3 days after she passed away, I was alone in my house. I was on the other side of the country over a thousand miles away. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with my feelings. I had work to do but felt paralyzed to move forward. It felt as if time had stopped for the moment.
By Paula C. Henderson8 years ago in Families
The Clearing
The cherry blossoms fell gently, floating on the breeze. They swirled around on the eddies that whipped to and fro, sending the tiny petals tumbling about the clearing. One fell on an upturned palm, worn with age and scarred by life. Long fingers picked it up gently, and it rose to the view of a weary face. The simple beauty of this new life did nothing to ease the lines on it; rather, the creases deepened, and bloodshot eyes began to water. The blossom trembled as the long white digits shook. They released it, and the petals once more drifted lazily. But the breeze faded away, and the little flower fell, spiraling ever further down. It came to rest on a simple gray stone. Regular, smooth, and polished, this was not the work of Mother Nature. It had been carved by the eyes that now came to rest on an inscription. It read,
By Matt Miani8 years ago in Families
Young and Misunderstood
I was 10 years old when he left. The only man I ever loved. My hero. My best friend. My dad. I remember the days he would come home from work and I would run up to him like I hadn't seen him in forever. I remember sitting on his lap while he told me stories and made me laugh so much. I remember him dressing me up like a princess and taking pictures of me in his yellow car. I remember being happy. Smiling. I remember being loved.
By Louise Mcbonn8 years ago in Families
Grief
How much time after a death of someone or something dear to you does it become easier to understand and deal with? Does it matter what/who died? Does it matter how the death occurred? Is one person's death more important to you than another that wasn't "as close" to you?
By Melissa Weakly8 years ago in Families
What the Loss of a Loved One Taught Me
Death has always been a tough subject, and we all fear that day when we lose a loved one. That day came to me six years ago, when I got the call that my best friend had died in a car crash the night before. I was devastated, but through this experience, I was able to learn some very important life lessons. These lessons, though difficult, helped shape me into the person that I am today.
By Amanda Batson8 years ago in Families
My Buddy
That Saturday was a regular day for me: dance class in the morning, then a trip to Five Below. But, after dance class that morning, my life changed forever. We pulled into the parking lot, and my mom stopped me from getting out of the car. “I have some bad news,” she said. What went through my mind was that my great uncle had passed away, because just a few days prior, he had been admitted into the hospital for a stroke. So, I started preparing myself. I knew he was sick and wasn’t getting the proper care he needed. Instead, my mom told me that you passed, and I was instantly in disbelief. I said, “okay,” but I just wanted to get out of the car. She started asking questions like, “Do you need a hug?” and “Are you okay?” My response was, “I’m fine.” I went into the store to buy some candy and headphones.
By Diamond Ninja8 years ago in Families
