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.

The Intricacies of an Arranged Marriage: Unexpected Twists and Unspoken Desires
Isn't it unbelievable? That a child's father would also be their grandfather. This situation is incredibly messy and disgusting, but I am compelled to keep it a secret because it is shameful.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Families
Magic in Life
In the busy city of Hammington, there was a boy named Timmy. He lived in a small house with his mom. They didn’t have much money, so life was hard. His mom worked in a factory as a daily wager. She was trying her best to meet the ends but still, life was hard for them. Timmy was always sad because he couldn’t buy cool toys like the other kids. He felt left out and lonely. He thought that his mom was responsible for all this. Most of the time he was annoyed and angry with his mom. He barely tried to understand the position of his mom.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Families
My Mother. Content Warning.
This content has undergone editing and critique with the assistance of artificial intelligence (AI) tools. My mother was a prominent figure in the sexual assault prevention world, deeply respected in our local community and renowned among first responders and hospitals. She had forged a strong partnership with my elementary school and was slated to visit classrooms to educate children about sexual assault prevention.
By Braveheartchronicles2 years ago in Families
Across The Mile : Personal Story
The rain hammered against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. My phone, clutched so tightly my knuckles were white, displayed the stark message: "Mom passed away peacefully this morning." Peaceful for her, maybe. But for me, it felt like the world had cracked open beneath my feet.
By Faraz2 years ago in Families
Loss and Healing: A narrative following a character coping with the loss of a loved one
Title: Echoes of Love The house felt empty without her. Every corner echoed with memories of laughter and warmth, reminders of a time when life seemed brighter. But now, all that remained was a hollow ache, a gaping void that no amount of time could fill.
By Kenechukwu Prince Eneasato 2 years ago in Families
Seven Years of Silence
As a result of getting home from university every day at 5 p.m., staying up late became a habit for me. Usually, around 7 to 8 p.m., I was used to cleaning the kitchen and setting it up for the next morning’s meal. At the same time, I ’was also helping my oldest son with his schoolwork. Therefore, I couldn’t spend quality time with my younger children before they slept.
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Families
The Love That Never Was
Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and murmuring streams, there lived two souls whose hearts danced in silent harmony. Amelia, the daughter of the village blacksmith, possessed a spirit as fiery as the sparks that flew from her father's forge. And Oliver, the son of the local baker, was gentle and kind, his laughter as warm as the loaves he baked each morning.
By Samuel Yiadom Boakye2 years ago in Families
't was the Thread: a tribute
It was 'round 2020 when I started writing about my grandfather. Cats, it is said, can feel when their death is coming. I was like a cat in this regard; only I didn't perceive my end, just someone else. My muse would sit at the table and suggest me that it was the time to write about grandpa.
By M.2 years ago in Families
Life before and after Covid19.
Growing up in the West Indies as a little girl, I dreamed of becoming a nurse. The time came and I got the opportunity to travel to Canada, I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy that I got the chance to travel and sad that I was leaving my family behind. I did not get accepted into the nursing program, so I decided to become a personal support worker.
By Yvette Herd2 years ago in Families
The Ultimate Betrayal Pt.1
The Betrayal That Cracked Our Family Like a Boom Whumpf! The news landed in my inbox like a sack of bricks. A text from my cousin, Sarah, a jumble of words that sent a cold dread slithering down my spine. My Great-Grandma Millie, the woman who dispensed wisdom alongside slices of her legendary pecan pie, was in a nursing home. The worry gnawed at me, a persistent buzz in my brain. But what came next was a revelation that would crack the foundation of our family like a** boom.**
By Taeja Williams2 years ago in Families
The Ultimate Betrayal Pt.2
Dust Motes in a Silent Symphony Dust motes danced a jig in the neglected sunlight creeping through Grandma's dusty windows. Silence pressed down heavy, a stark contrast to the woman who once filled this space with booming laughter and the soul-warming scent of her legendary buttermilk biscuits. Grief threatened to drown me, but beneath the sorrow, a spark flickered to life. My firecracker of a grandma, a woman who'd stared down dust storms and Depression-era hardships with a withering look, wouldn't have gone gentle into that good night. Neither would I.
By Taeja Williams2 years ago in Families
"Every Love Story is a Ghost Story". Content Warning.
I’ve been reading a book of great importance to me. It’s not the content that’s important so much as the person the book belonged to, but we’ll get to that. This is perhaps the fifth or sixth time I have picked this book up and started through it. Sometimes I finish it, sometimes I don’t, sometimes I skip around and read only what I want. No matter the time I devote to it, I always find something new. David Foster Wallace had a way of doing that with his writing. Whether it’s because his sentences can take pages to reach a period, or his lexicon leaves you reaching for your dictionary every few words, or because the works he wrote were layered and complex, revealing small personal truths over a longer period of processing and digestion, DFW consistently makes people slow down and think. For better or worse, Wallace highlighted the most depraved aspects of humanity and his soul. Oblivion is no exception to this rule.
By kp2 years ago in Families