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
The next three years together were some of the wildest times of my life. Together we partied all night long most nights. My friends became his friends and his friends became my friends. We became a group of friends living our best life. We were two young lovers trying to escape a curfew and roam the streets at night in the hot summer nights. I had two miscarriages at the ages of seventeen and eighteen. When I turned nineteen I got pregnant again for the third time with our first son, Jordan. One short month after he was born, Cody and I got married. I married my best friend, and I brought a beautiful baby boy into this world that was made with love. Life was simply beautiful. Life with Cody was an adventure.
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
Details Laid Out For Queen's Funeral
The state funeral for Queen Elizabeth the second is being held at Westminster Abbey on Monday 19th September at 11 am. It has been decided that this day will be a bank holiday to ensure that as many people as possible will be able to see the service when it is broadcast on BBC Television. It will also be relayed and broadcast live on BBC iplayer so people don't have to worry if they are not near a television at the time of the service, they will be able to watch it online on their laptops or smartphones.
By Ashish Prabhu4 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
It was about three weeks after school got out. I'm laying in my bed getting ready to snooze off for the night, when I remembered... D-Loc... My mind starts wandering. Who is D-Loc and what does he want? Is he real? Is it just a mean girl prank? The curiosity is eating at me now. Well it's time to find out. I picked up the phone and punch in the numbers, ***-9999. It rings several times, and I think... it's probably time to hang up now. As I'm about to hang up, a sleepy male voice answers the phone. I panic! He says hello again but this time louder. "Who is this?" He had to of picked up who was calling him by now. He answers, "D-Loc." I said, "I don't know a D-Loc!" He ended the conversation with, "I'm sleeping, can I call you tomorrow?" I agreed and hung up the phone. Well that got me no where. I didn't look forward to talking with him tomorrow. It was a little frustrating. I put it to rest and went to bed.
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
A Whiskey Lullaby
Lets rewind and be kids again. Back before most of our favorite people existed. Before the heart felt it's first sting. Before we knew that sunsets could be unbearable. Or how tomorrow really never is promised. Lets rewind so it doesn't hurt so bad. When a breath of fresh air was everywhere. When sunrises were beautiful. When things were whole. How beautiful it was to step outside and love all that existed. So clear... and sunny. Nature so vivid, alive, and clear. The noise of life never sounded so beautiful. Now we are here, where the clouds always linger. And the sound of life is no longer joyful...
By Cassey Dale4 years ago in Families
My Real Adoption Story
My name is Corey. I was born in Henry Ford Hospital in 1983 and was taken away at birth to be passed around about four or five Detroit foster homes. According to my adoptive parents, I had seizures, was malnourished and barely had the strength to lift my arms. I was then fostered by my current adoptive family along with other black and white children. Though they hired black workers but had no black friends, my adoptive family began the process of adopting me into their Irish Catholic home. My adoptive parents have three natural children and two adopted white children who are so in the fog that they can’t see sunlight. I am the youngest addition to the family.
By Ire Isegun4 years ago in Families
The Worn Spot on the Floor
The smell of summer morning was replaced by the sweet aroma of bacon frying when I opened my grandma’s door. She always made sure there was plenty of that salty delicacy on the kitchen table because my cousin and I loved to graze on it all morning while consuming glass upon glass of the sweet tea in the brown ceramic pitcher.
By Ginger Gillenwater4 years ago in Families
Silence Grows
I have not spoken to my father since 2016, at least, not in the conversive sense. Words have passed between us in one sided conversations or quick reiterations that he will have nothing to do with me. Till 2018 I sent many emails and paintings to him, updates on my life, just as I had before I was banished. Of course, as my denial ended so did the emails.
By Laura Lann4 years ago in Families
Tributes Flood In For UK's Longest Serving Monarch
The UK's longest serving monarch has died. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II died peacefully at Balmoral Castle on the afternoon of Thursday 8th September. The late queen died aged ninety six after being on the throne for seventy years.
By Ashish Prabhu4 years ago in Families
Mom and Dementia
“I was married? To who?” Ever since my dad passed away in 1993, my husband and I practically badgered mom to move in with us in our home on Long Island, NY. She kept refusing using the excuses that all of dad’s memories were in the house they shared.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Families
