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.
Christmas At The Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A- frame cabin. My mind floods with memories of being a little girl again screaming, laughing, and playing in the snow. Mom would bound my siblings and I really tight we could scarcely breath. Layer our hands with mittens making sure not an inch of us was left uncovered. Dad would pick up the younger ones and put them front seat of the old blue truck. Us older ones clamored in the back. Off we were. First to haul in wood was, cut, loaded, and unloaded by the back door we would all clamor back in including mom, and go pick out the perfect tree.
The Triangle House
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I sat in the bed of the dogsled, him on the runners, our dogs out front as they ascended the snowy driveway at a decent trot. We had been traveling for about 45 minutes, and the snow was coming down pretty steady. We were all ready to get inside and start a warm fire.
MY ANGEL BABY
These months haven't been feeling myself. From grieving so much for the baby I’ve lost. It does hurt a lot knowing my baby of 24 weeks old was gone, but I have to keep going at some point. That day was today.
Power Games in Personal Relationships
Recently I've been feeling like the world is a game of power. Not only in politics between the rich and the mighty, not only in traditional verticals at work, but also with our nearest and dearest – our romantic partners, friends and family members.
This week has been hard and it is only Wednesday. I am tired. Really, really tired. At this point, if I could just stop everything in my life to just sleep, and it not affect anything, I would. Trying to grieve and raise three children is quite difficult. I am sure with time that will begin to ease. Even though that scares me...because it means I am fine living without my husband...and I'm NOT fine.
Today I’m heading to Nan’s place, my Nan of 94. That’s 94 years we’re talking, which is no small feat. Since Gramps’s passing last week, she is officially the oldest person I know.
Never Forget Me
Every year on the same day, I sadly sat by the window with the same sorrow as before until the day I was disturbed by the sound of approaching propellers. They were the propellers of a package-carrying drone! It flew by my window to grab my attention, and then quickly raced toward my front porch. I ran as fast as I could to catch a glance of it up close, but once I opened the door, it was gone. I looked right and left, but all that was left was a box. A mysterious box. It was slightly bigger than a shoebox, but it was brown and dull. Ultimately, the perfect distraction from an otherwise saddening day. I picked up the box and began to read the letter attached to it.
Driving home, the gloomy clouds rippled against the heaven’s skin like a rolling carriage, awaiting the long stars journey. I couldn’t wait to enter the home of the quiet and my cat “Meow-Ka,” named after my best friend Bianca, after dropping it off as a present. She hoped it would appease my heart’s jarring journey as she left for military training on their base, Fort Irwin, this past spring.
Ashes in the Snow
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The snow was just beginning to fall again, swirling around my rented Honda, building on the windshield before getting swiped away. I looked over at dad, well, his urn, buckled almost humorously into the passenger's seat. Leaving him in the trunk or even the back seat seemed disrespectful. Dad always had to ride up front, directing whoever was driving, and making suggestions despite what the GPS said.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cosy A-frame cabin. It looked the same as it always did: picturesque, peaceful, pretty.
The Mother I Wish I Had
I don't think that we truly know ourselves until we heal the hurt parts inside of us, or at least attempt to. It takes a lot of strength to look back on things that have happened in your life that substantially changed you as a person. Some of these things are big, tramatic events...then there are things that you didn't even realize were "wrong" or caused "trauma" until you really have to look at why you are the way that you are.
*BANG* *BANG* “I’LL GET THE DOOR, MOMMY!” I run to the door and I slide my fuzzy socks against the sleek, white wood floor. Right before I turn the doorknob I feel my shirt being yanked, “Hey.” I grunt, “You know better than to open the door when I’m not around.” My mom scolds me. I roll my eyes.