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.
Devin
When I was fifteen, I lost my younger sister. She lost her battle to cancer... leukemia, to be exact. Many people know that as a fact but I keep so many details of that year bottled up. Mainly for my sanity, to be honest. I was young and it was hard to cope with... Most days I still struggle with my emotions. I want to tell this story in hopes that it touches someone and helps them. Cancer affects almost everyone in one way or another and the loss from it can leave permanent scars. Please read this with an open mind and heart.
By Jordan Payne8 years ago in Families
Unending Pain Part Two
The unending pain that I felt after losing my daughter, never seemed to offer me a light at the end of the tunnel. I had made all the necessary calls the day I held her for the last time. I notified friends, family, my job, and my daughter's school. Our family was few at this point in my life, but they were all shocked and swearing to be there for whatever I needed. What I needed though, they could never give me. What I needed was my daughter back and alive. That is what I needed and wanted and nobody could give me that.
By Jodi Roberts8 years ago in Families
"The Signs"
I’m cleaning the house and this song comes onto Pandora. I instantly stop... speechless, numb, frozen. Suddenly my ENTIRE life comes into question. I sit down and start thinking about everything that has happened to me (mostly just in the last 6 months). I have too many emotions to focus on just one and I have too many questions that cannot be answered, which is frustrating and confusing. I am a strong believer that everything happens for a reason, and I do believe God has a purpose for everyone and everything. But what I cannot wrap my head around is (WHY) he allows BAD things to happen to GOOD people. I suppose to make them stronger, but why so much hurt, anger, pain, and sorrow?
By Bri Pinson8 years ago in Families
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
