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.
7:00 am
He sat in the kitchen beside the window. The sun came streaming radiantly onto the table's surface in front of him while he sipped his morning coffee out of his "fly-tying" mug. His right, shaky hand was holding a cigarette between two long tar-stained fingers. He sat on the old, white-painted wooden chair, staring out the window into the half-grown vegetable garden.
By Janine Michelle4 years ago in Families
"Not Yet, Panda, Not Yet"
As my ex-wife and her sister sat sobbing at the Vet’s that Thanksgiving weekend in 2017, I did my best to remain resolute. It didn’t help that the Vet was also crying, after delivering the news that due to an accident the day before, she was recommending that Panda be put down.
By David White4 years ago in Families
Sam plays football
I cannot remember the day we brought Sam home from Harrods. I was very young. And he was younger than me - even in dog years. He was a pitch-black toy poodle. And home was a brick house that backed onto London's Holland Park in what was then the Royal Borough of Kensington.
By Pitt Griffin4 years ago in Families
Sue Sue
..I found her in the WYONG Sydney markets , little bundle of fluff just waiting for us to love, a healing gift for my sons. Some people believe that our pets, especially dogs, are divine and they are sent messengers and companions to lead us through life for a reason. It does not matter if you are a believer or not, she is the canine companion that cannot be explained. Perhaps it is her divine intervention and unconditional love for my sons . She became family, blessed our own angel in disguise a pure spirit who chose to manifest physically into SueSue .
By Titan Godess4 years ago in Families
The Lilies Funeral Directors Story
Lee Solomon and Nathan Scully are the proud owners of Lilies Sutton Coldfield Funeral Directors. From back in 2015 when Lilies was just an idea, to now in 2022 where many local families are being cared for, the journey that these two gentlemen have been on is one not many would take.
By Chris Evans4 years ago in Families
Dear Grandma. I Miss You.
Dear Grandma Yesterday we went for a walk. It was warm but not summer warm, though that's ok because Summer has almost ended. The sky was blue, though it appeared dark and cloudy in my perception. The birds were singing, but I couldn't hear them, and there were a few coloured flowers still in bloom, they appeared to wilt right before my eyes.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Families
The Void Can’t Be Filled
Days when my pops was alive/ Were the best, he wasn’t just my pops, he was my pride/ I was shattered finding out he would not survive/ I would be in denial and whatnot and deny/ Thinking how could this cancer make him drop and die/ Seeing him on a hospital bed as I watch him lie/ It was stage 4 cancer in the kidney/ Therefore it was a disaster and it was a pity/ Even got a pastor named Big, see?/ To read a few chapters, pray to see if he would live free/ He was on hospice/ I’m giving you the gist of it, the synopsis/ They said the tumor was huge/ They wanted to know why something wasn’t done sooner, I was blue/ It seemed he was toomed, the thing was hard too/ Felt it when I touched his tummy, it consumed his kidney/ His life was in the hands of God, but it seemed it was in jeopardy/ Home health aide tried giving him meds/ He wouldn’t take it, he trusted no one at that point, he was living through in stress/ And I didn’t wanna experience his death/ But unfortunately come May 23rd., I bid him farewell, he was laid to rest/ Went to the beach that day/ Coney Island to be exact, Brooklyn NYC was the place/ I was at ease that day/ Until I received the news that he’s deceased, I was dismayed/ Rushed home/ Was in denial about his death, thought he was in a coma, felt like a crushed bone/ Got there, entered his room and saw his lifeless body lying there, seeing what’s wrong/ He died, oh why?! It’s a very depressing and sad story to touch on/ It was devastating, feeling like I bust my dome/ The body removal technicians came to cover my dad up in blankets and a comforter/ He was gone for good, it left a void that couldn’t be filled, opposite of a go-cart buffer, word!/ This feeling was the worst feeling ever, way more than wifey when I almost broke up with her/ You went through the Pearly Gates/ I strongly believed he’s left the world to a better place/ Leaving a world of hate/ My dad was a warrior, a fighter to the very end, poor King/ Weighing the two, Stage 4 kidney cancer vs the morphine/ The weakening was great on both sides unfortunately/ I thought death wasn’t gonna be his portion it seemed/ Like what my dad used to love to say when he was alive forcing, “believe me to be”/ He was bold, fierce and fearless since he was young in Ghana under the sun scorching, back in the Nkrumah regime/ He had to make funeral arrangements/ The following day called Social Security to report his death, was vulnerable, I couldn’t fake it/ Started working on his obituary, making sure it was suitabe as I made it/ Oh, as for the funeral it was beautiful how the day went/ Read the hardest tribute that I could ever write for my dad/ He was my father, my best friend, my older brother, I read it like I wasn’t mad/ That he passed away, reflecting on the good times, my life with him made me glad/ We were so close/ Infact we were inseparable, it was hitting me slowly as I watched him go below/Into the grave in his coffin, he was a good man, truth be told/ I want you to know/ We will surely meet again/ In the afterlife, so I’ll wait to see you then/ Be me, my mom, wife and kids’ guardian angle, watch us like a thief with gems/ I’ll never forget you, till we gather again, lyrics from one of the deepest hymns/
By BigSteff SA4 years ago in Families
