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.

My Father Was Murdered When I Was Five
In 1997, when my father was killed, I was only 5 years old, and my brother was 9. The world in 1997 was like this — Diana, Princess of Wales, was killed in a car crash in Paris, Mother Teresa died in Calcutta, Tornado hit in Jarrell, Texas, killing 27 people. All that depressing, heartbreaking incidents happened in those days of 1997.
By Felipe Xavier4 years ago in Families
Returned to Sender
No catalog of childhood memories would be complete without that one jokester of an uncle. This is ours - my mom's youngest brother, Robert, who we affectionately knew as Bobby for our entire lives. Bobby was teaching me how to thumb my nose at the camera here, while my baby sister took mental notes from her swing. Years later when it was time to teach arm-pit farts to my little nieces (you're welcome, Sis!), I went straight back to times like these, to all of our stupidly fun early-childhood memories. Bobby was in too many of those to count. But no amount would have been enough.
By Brenda George4 years ago in Families
What Our Fathers Were
It was worth risking a stern talking to- I was up past bedtime that night for a quick glimpse down the stairwell to see my Father’s cheerful red face after stumbling home, full to the brim with Guinness, on what he’d called the proudest day in all me’ life.
By Katie Northlich4 years ago in Families
Life After Loss
Normally I don't do the whole "trigger warning" thing but... this article contains a link to the CDC website. The linked page contains facts on a birth defect that affected my family. the link image shows a depiction (not real) of what the birth defect looks like and can be upsetting.
By DC Hope4 years ago in Families
He was so scrawny when I met him
His smile was infectious. He was a sweetheart of a boy, very likeable. He was eleven when I met him. He was on my soccer team. I was his coach. I knew we would have fun together during the season. He had a very calm demeanor about him.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Families
A Letter To My Mom That I Lost To Covid-19
Mom, How are you doing on the other side of the universe? Which I believe you are in a place call heaven now. A place where there is no pain and suffering. A place where there is only joy, with dad by your side, whom he had been waiting for you for the past 15 years.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Families
Your Poor Rick. Top Story - April 2022.
“We saw your poor Rick,” they say in the grocery store aisle. I smile, unconvincingly, and compare jars of spaghetti sauce that I don’t even want.
By Deidra Lovegren4 years ago in Families
The Place We Called Home
The sticky, vinyl letters were still on the mailbox, faded from the sun and missing a vowel here, there. But they remained, proud and forgotten. Loyal sentries to the only house she called home.
By Jennifer Urciuoli 4 years ago in Families
The At Home Mamma
My life is chaos... complete and utter chaos. This life that I'm living has warped and destroyed the image of what I thought my life would be at the age of 26. I was supposed to be living my dream life in Tennessee. I was supposed to be a college graduate doing something "amazing". I really don't feel "amazing" as I'm writing this in yesterday's sweat pants, a grungy t-shirt and unwashed hair. I haven't showered in three days. I have a teething six month old little boy who needs my constant attention. I have a husband who works his ass off so that I am able to stay home with our little boy. I quite my job as a veterinary technician where I had worked for five years to live out this "fantasy" of being a stay at home mom and house wife.
By Charlee Love4 years ago in Families
Potato Salad
Sometime this morning, a Twitter friend expressed their desire for their Mom's potato salad. Funny enough, it just so happened that I had been craving some myself for the past week or so. I couldn't even recall when the last time I partook in the delicacy was... until I did, and it all made sense why I'd gone without it for so long.
By Jonathan Apollo4 years ago in Families
The Last Parade
I always looked up to Frank, not just because he was taller than I was, but also because he was my big brother. We were born in an era where our parents taught us to look out for each other; big brothers were to be treated with the same respect as our parents, and they were taught to take care of their little sisters.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Families
Chocolate Applesauce Cupcakes. Top Story - April 2022.
Today was the ten-year anniversary of my grandmother’s death. I was 14 at the time, and 14-year-old me didn’t really have any understanding of death or grieving a loved one. So for a few years, it was just really sad. And as much as I despise myself for this, with each passing year I started to forget the anniversary altogether.
By Jenna Bygall4 years ago in Families