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I Miss You
It's been a month since I lost her. I'm not going to lie, the day she died, I felt as if a chunk of my heart died along with her. As they always tell you: when the days pass by, it does get a little easier to live without them, but it's the memories that still tend to sneak into my head at night and slowly roll down my cheeks.
By Kaylee Saye8 years ago in Petlife
The Other Side
"I didn't have enough time," the man said to the other. "We all have enough time," said the man behind the desk. "You just chose to use yours differently."
By Sidra Lestrade8 years ago in Families
So You Want to Adopt a Dog...
To start of, I'm just going to give you a little background on my process of adoption and the struggles I had to face at the start and what I did to help/fix them.
By Abigail Partington-Moran8 years ago in Petlife
Those Good Old Days
In those good old days we talked about, we lived on a little farm in a three roomed house on a hill side. I loved its rustic charms. Its roof homemade shingles, big cracks in the floor, no curtains at the window. No screen on the door.
By Patricia Kennedy8 years ago in Families
Levels of Insubordination
For the past year, I have kept myself quiet in regards to how I found myself in my situation. Not many of even my closest friends have been aware of the events that occurred. I guess I felt it was taboo to talk about, that it wouldn't help anything any way, or maybe I was embarrassed. I'm really not sure. However, I am feeling a little braver and a little stronger, encouraged by the #metoo movement and the strong women I have seen come forward recently. So, I've decided to be open about my experience.
By Kay Britt8 years ago in Viva
From Dating JFK to Potentially Portraying Peter Pan: Here Are 6 Interesting Facts About the Great Audrey Hepburn
Audrey Hepburn has remained an icon for generations due in part to her remarkable on-screen charisma, fashion sense and awe-inspiring philanthropic work. As the embodiment of grace whose image remains a staple on virtually every young woman's wall in the form of a Breakfast At Tiffany's poster, Hepburn managed to captivate the movie-going audience in such classics as Roman Holiday, Funny Face and Sabrina, just to name a few.
By Ghezal Amiri8 years ago in Viva
Advice From a Motherless Daughter
I'll never forget the day I was in the hospital room as my mother's doctor explained to her the severity of her cancer diagnosis as well as the very small odds of surviving such an intense and advanced form. I was only 17 and my mother was only 42. By looking at my mother, how much effort she put into everyday and raising six children, you would have never guessed she was sick. In fact, I think she was surprised as she only went to the doctor with a pain in her right side. It was colon cancer, stage IV, that had spread to her liver. The doctors seemed genuinely surprised as colon cancer is usually found in older patients. But, no matter how rare the situation, my mother was one of the unlucky few and I knew I was probably going to lose my mother and soon. My mother passed away a year later, shortly after my senior graduation and suddenly, the world turned into an unfamiliar place, one I didn't know if I would ever come to terms with. I'm going to start this with my advice to those who have lost their mothers and then to those who have not. I feel like both sides are equally important and may, hopefully, be helpful to someone.
By Kasey Gilbert8 years ago in Families
Forever Goodbye
I sit staring at the pale whitewashed wall, with a transparent plastic container holding pamphlets. I look down at the screen on my black iPhone 3. I see the red box with a number "5" hovering over the blue Facebook application button. I click the button and read my status from earlier: “What do you think we’re having, boy or girl? Today’s the day!” I scroll down the screen and read all the responses: “boy,” “girl,” “twins.” Everyone is excited to find out. I hear a familiar friendly voice call out “Rachel.” I get up and walk towards the slim, blonde nurse wearing blue scrubs. As I walk through the waiting room, I notice the usual: people talking, phones ringing, and the daily routines of everyone in the room. After all my vitals are checked, I’m placed in my room. It’s in the corner beside the doctor’s office, with a big gray door and the words “Exam Room 3” on a plaque right in the top middle of the door. I sit on the exam table; in my mind I’m going over all the questions I have been wanting to ask: "Should I feel this nauseous?" "Is my stomach growing enough?" "Is it weird that all I want to eat are lemons?" I can hear muffled conversation through the walls, then a gentle knock, knock on my door. My doctor walks in the room. She tells me to lie back on the table, and then I hear the plastic tube squeeze as I hold my shirt above my belly. I feel the cold slimy gel on my stomach, and then the pressure of the Doppler wand as it glides around my protruding stomach. Then I hear it, the sweetest sound, thump, thump and again thump, thump. My mind goes blank and I enjoy the sound of the little fluttering heartbeat. I forget about my questions and just feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach. My doctor then tells me it’s time. I walk down the wide hall, stepping on different colored carpet squares. Once I’m in the ultrasound room, my eyes try to adjust to the lack of light. I feel the cold chill down my spine, but none of it matters. I’m about to see my beautiful baby on the monitor. This time the slimy gel is warm and again I feel the pressure of the wand moving all around my belly. Suddenly, the technician looks at me with worried eyes and says, “There seems to be low fluid. I’ll have to talk to the doctor.” I’m placed back into my room, and I wait. My doctor rushes in and looks at me, then says, “You’re going to want your husband here.” She tells me a quick description of what is wrong, “Your baby has no kidneys. Your baby won’t be able to survive. I’ll make an appointment for you in Little Rock. They will be able to give you termination options.” All at once, I am unable to breathe. I’m paralyzed. Everything is silent, and her mouth is still moving, but I can’t hear anything she says. All I can hear is my heart beating faster. All I feel is my stomach twisted. All the butterflies were gone and replaced with an aching pain. The experience of losing my daughter and the days I survived, from finding out to saying goodbye, changed me as a wife, mother, and person.
By Rachel B8 years ago in Families