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.
A Whiskey Lullaby
Sometimes late at night, the air has a familiarity to it. Like some type of time portal blowing in the wind. Everything becomes so raw in the middle of the night. This familiarity the wind carries reminds me of feeling uneasy… tense…numb…confused. The taste of whiskey brings me to my knees. The taste that lingers, tastes just like you. As I play with the thoughts in my head, the memories… as they dance around… that last one to dance is the whiskey on your breath. Silence doesn’t bother me. It’s the only way I can listen for your voice… whispering with the wind through the trees. This is the only time that time stands still. Listen… I need to say that every once in awhile, I’m not okay. Going through the familiarity leaves me feeling empty. That’s why I can only come visit every once in awhile. The familiarity brings darkness. It’s a dangerous highway. It could swallow me whole. So I must not stay too long…
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
UK Says GoodBye To Longest Reigning Monarch
There was a huge outpouring of grief in the UK and throughout the world as mourners stood still on streets throughout the country and in their homes to witness the funeral of Queen Elizabeth II. The monarch had passed away peacefully over a week ago and people had been using the time to file past her coffin which had been laying in state in London's ancient Westminster Hall until around six 0'clock on the morning of the funeral which got under way on the 19th of September.
By Ashish Prabhu4 years ago in Families
The Things We Share
I never thought I looked much like my mother. She was naturally a very light blonde with stick straight, fine hair and blue eyes. While my hair wasn’t as dark and coarse as my then bald father, it was brown and wavy with a mind of its own when I’d bother to brush it. No one ever thought we were related. I had a few blonde friends and if we were out anywhere together, strangers would assume that one of them was her daughter. Our body types were pretty different. I was taller, awkwardly lanky, flat chested. She was more of what I thought of as ‘normal’ proportionally, never worrying about sleeves being too short,bangles sliding off her wrists or strapless dresses having nothing to hold them up. Her rings and bracelets would never fit if I’d wanted to borrow them. But she was more into gold and I preferred silver back then. We wore the same size shoe but her feet were wider so we rarely could share those either.
By Harvey Elwood4 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
It had been about eight long months since Cody left us. Eight long months of being a terrible, drunk, grief stricken mother. My kids and I had began to settle into our new lives with just us four. Eight months ago I had a beautiful family. We were on our way to bigger and better things. Now we were broken. Fragile. Lost. For me, it hurt to see other families together doing family things. It hurt to see dads with their kids. It hurt my kids to see dads with their kids. And it especially hurt on Fathers Day when you see kids doing things with their daddy’s but my kids got that taken from them. To this day, it hurts to see that. It actually makes me cry just typing it. Its not fair… and I’m not sure if I’ll ever see it any different.
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The following months were a blur. I spent all of my days either in my bed, driving around, or out getting drunk. I completely lost myself. This is the part of my story where it gets rough. You will probably cast judgement on me or be disappointed in me. This is the way grief works. If you’re currently going through grief, you understand. The important thing is, I made it through this alive and healthy and I became a better person through this storm.
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The weather was rainy, cold, and foggy. I parked behind the hearse at the church. I really didn’t want to go inside. I really didn’t want to face this cold, harsh, heartbreaking reality. What I really wanted to do was go back to my bed, under the covers, and cry so hard that my face turns inside out. Walking into the church there’s poster boards full of Codys life. I’m trying to stuff my feelings down so I can get through today so I don’t spend too much time looking at those. I glance past the poster boards beyond the double doors down the aisle where the alter is. With the most heaviest of hearts I started to slowly walk down the aisle… like a wedding. I have my Jordan by my side. I look up at this giant canvas of Codys face in the middle of other big canvases of my little family. His urn was in front of the giant canvas picture. I locked eyes with the eyes in Codys picture and just broke down. I couldn’t be there much longer or it would draw attention. I just didn’t like to break down in front of other people. I left before anyone could come comfort me.
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
Waking up was like waking up into a completely different life. A dark, shattered, lonely life. Yesterday my life was great! I was happy! I was in a good place. Life was just starting to go smooth for us. That all just disappeared over night. In one second. The world is now in slow motion. The voices around me are all muffled. Exactly how they make it out in the movies. Distant. Detached. Just. My kids didn’t know about what had happened. I had told them that daddy is at work. They were too young to question why we weren’t staying at home. As soon as I came out of the bedroom at my parents house, I knew reality had to be faced today. The news of Codys death had circulated over night and my phone was blowing up with notifications on social media and sympathy texts. Loving people that were friends of mine and Codys wanted to help in any way they could.
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
The day was October 3rd, 2014. The air was cool, the sun was shining bright, it was a beautiful Friday. Cody and I usually get off work at about the same time and our Friday routines would be to go have a drink together before we had to go get the kids from daycare. I got off work at about 3:30pm and went home to park my work van. Cody was anxiously waiting at home for me. We decided to meet my parents at a restaurant, Sammies, to have a drink with them. After Sammies, my parents asked if we wanted to go to their house and continue drinking after we picked the kids up. So that was our plan. We picked the kids up and got to my parents house before they got there. I had to use the bathroom really bad at that point, so I went around to my parents alley and popped a squat. Cody also had to use the bathroom, so he followed me. He finished before I did and took his phone out of his pocket and started to record me peeing in the alley. “I’m gonna share this on Facebook for the whole world to see!” He laughed. I laugh with him. “If you do that then everyone will see my butt!” That changed his mind. Cody was the type of guy that didn’t approve of me wearing outfits that showed too much skin. Or if a guy looked at me, Codys feathers would get ruffled and he would confront the dude. So I was confident the video would never hit the internet because it showed my butt.
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
