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.
To Daddy from Chant
To Daddy From Chant I remember the times you brought me stuff and took me places! Mall, Movies, Cook Outs, So many friends & girlfriends houses..Bought me pretty much anything i asked for even if i had to wait a while.
Ma’at CC 𓁧Published 3 years ago in FamiliesFrozen Memories
I pull the buds from my ears, and they ring against the silent snow fall. My father always described this place as full of life. Green grass as far as the eye could see, beautifully trimmed trees for endless shade, and the large shimmering pond that was so clean and clear you could see your reflection. But this… this is a desert of snow. A blinding white that makes me want to close my eyes just to escape its void. Large, dark, leafless trees that look like they just stepped right out of a horror movie. And the pond, frozen over and littered with patches of sullied snow. The only sign of civilization is the single bench set beside the frozen pond.
Rebecca OntiverosPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesWhispers Beyond the Fence
I knew I wasn't supposed to cross over the fence without my mom, but there never existed a single rule that I didn't break at least one time.
Kalina XiongPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesWhen lights fade
Jessica watched the gulls as they soared above the beach. The tension of the week slid from her skin like chocolate in the sun, pooling at her feet before sinking into the warm sand. Time away from her job should be a vacation, not this. Not the agonizing cramping of her heart as she remembered her father's last breath. The prickle of tears threatened to restart the journey into despair and she furiously scrubbed them away. Enough. Enough pain, enough grief. She couldn't change the past. And now that he was gone, the memories could fade with him, his overshadowing presence no longer an influence as she stepped out into a new life. The shadows grew with the setting sun, the heat on her face rising as the cool breeze kissed her skin. That would hurt tomorrow. For today, she welcomed the distraction.
Lisa VanGalenPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesThe Lives of Kittens
I hadn’t seen the accident. As Heather and her gaggle of friends were leaving for their first day of secondary school, I came down the drive and saw Beanie scamper under my van. I saw Jess’s face looking worried but didn’t really connect. Everybody was chatting except a guy who’d stopped his van by the girls and got out to ask if the cat was alright. Nobody had really seen it but he seemed overly concerned. I said, “He’s okay. I’ve just seen him scamper under my van.” Heather was now in tears so it appears she may have seen something. Our primary concern was to get her off to her first day of secondary in the right frame of mind. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll find him in a minute and see that he’s okay.” Tearfully, and with the support of her friends, she set off down the road to get the bus.
Deacon MartinPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesFor The Love Of Mother
Something finally snapped inside my soul All the secrets and shame that I could no longer hold I poured my heart out to you
Lori HepplerPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesI Love(d) You.
I miss the fact that he never got to see most of my biggest accomplishments; entering high school, graduating, becoming an adult.. or even becoming a teenager. I hated the fact that everyone got to have a father see them grow up into the young adult they always dreamt their daughter would become, while I never got a chance to have that.
Abuela's Marigolds
Abuela loved working in her garden. As we tended to the tomatillos and peppers, she would tell all sorts of wonderful stories about playing in the marigold fields as a child and we’d talk about our dreams of traveling the world together. Marigolds were her favorite flower and her garden was full of them, all shades of fiery reds, oranges, and golden yellows. Each marigold had a specific meaning and she always told me, “Remember mija, orange means passion, yellow is happiness, and red is for love.”
Becoming
My face felt heavy as I stumbled out of the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU). My baby was connected to so many tubes and wires. Questions raged, and my heart raced, sweaty palms pulsing with anxiety. How could this be my life? How had this happened?
Carla CramPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesThe First Lesson of Marigold
Marigold flower, at first glance does not leave any impression. A dark orange flower, yet the truth behind it unfolds slowly. A vibrant color that gives off a formally mystic sense with an inevitable despair, at least to me.
Ngoc NguyenPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesMary-Golds
Today is a perfectly mucky spring day to plant a garden. Actually, it is more like "this is when the grandkid will be here, and it's a week too early to plant" kind of day.
J. Delaney-HowePublished 3 years ago in FamiliesMy Flower Never Bloomed
Feelings of joy, uncertainty, fear all come to mind when you see two pink lines. Unless you’ve felt it, it’s hard to describe.
Taylor JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in Families