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.

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.
By Autumn Rose4 years ago in Families
Accepting Help
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.
By Christine Hoskin4 years ago in Families
Nan's Place
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.
By Grace4 years ago in Families
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.
By Alexis Dean Jr.4 years ago in Families
The Memory
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.
By Diamond B4 years ago in Families
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.
By Kelley Zherzhi4 years ago in Families
The Cabin. Top Story - August 2023.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cosy A-frame cabin. It looked the same as it always did: picturesque, peaceful, pretty.
By Lilly Cooper4 years ago in Families
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.
By Oakley Hamilton4 years ago in Families
Trew
*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.
By Nala4 years ago in Families
That Sunday phone call
I have always valued my Sundays, probably even more than Saturdays. I guess on Saturdays I often mow the yard and do other house chores and usually, there is some overflow from my week at work. But Sundays are different.
By D-Donohoe4 years ago in Families
A Few Weeks After
A few years ago, I started to open up about my emotional battle. During these unfortunate circumstances, I am learning even more about myself than I had previously discovered. The biggest discovery this time, is self-acceptance. This is me. Raw. Uncut. My Life. …and that is Fan-Fricking-Tastic.
By Christine Hoskin4 years ago in Families
Validation
The fairies, as I always refer to my Ring doorbell chimes, sounded early one summer Saturday morning. As I reluctantly reached for my phone to see who was in front of my house, the doorbell alert took its turn. My eyes finally zoomed into focus while my camera revealed a small package behind a pillar of my front porch.
By Mrs. W4 years ago in Families