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.

An Old Father
May 19, 2018 This is the last time I'll see him alive. I know that. I won't say it of course. That would be rude, and I want to live in the lie of an immortal today a little longer.
By John Eva5 years ago in Families
Le Plus Grand Amours Si Tout: (The Greatest Love of All) Open Letter to Vera L. Wright & Whitney Houston.
In 1984, the legendary global R&B Icon Whitney Houston recorded a track called ‘The Greatest Love of All” which was released in 1986. It was a major hit and propelled Whitney further upward on her star-studded path, topping the music charts in the U.S.A, Australia & Canada while achieving top 20 status in most countries across the world.
By Andrew Little5 years ago in Families
Thank You, Dad.
Today, on the 9-year anniversary of my fathers death, I was reminded on social media by a post I made when I received the news. I've decided to share it here, in the hope that it may offer some insight to others.
By Dana Crandell5 years ago in Families
“Behold, I Tell You a Mystery”
I made my bed so I could lay down and meditate there, but then I found myself walking outside and sitting in the grass in our yard.
By Jessica Wolf5 years ago in Families
Acts of Love
“You forget your key, hon?” There it was: the first thing Nancy ever said to me. That evening, I came home from work to discover that I had locked myself out of the apartment. Nancy, who lived next door and often sat on the porch we shared, looked on in quiet anticipation as I rummaged through my backpack in search of the key.
By Ivana Danilovic5 years ago in Families
Jaani
This story is not about a pet dog. This story is about more than a pet dog. Nearly 35-40 years ago, I was in in 5th or 6th Grade school. We used to live in a rented house. Our house was located in a small two storied building. All tenants of the building were from middle class family. There were nearly 10 – 12 children to play around and those were obviously my friends.
By Jaideep Shinde5 years ago in Families
Opioid Crisis
My hometown city is in crisis, and I had a dream last night about it. My dream inspired me to track down those I am thankful for and confront those that did me wrong. I found the principal of my high school on Facebook; I sent her a request. I wanted to share with her, how grateful I was, I really hope she accept, but when I checked again this morning, she hadn't yet. I started looking for the others, I found the vice principal's obituary. My experiences with him, and watching his maltreatment of others, one couple in particular, left me feeling sad, for whatever happened to him that caused the death of his humanity long before his life ended.
By Whitney Carman5 years ago in Families
The Peace, Disturbed
I did not grow up disadvantaged. As every other kid on my school bus, I was a spoiled brat. I like to think, at least, that I was nice for a brat. Oh, but no-one thinks they are the worst of whatever they are.
By G. Arthur Clynes5 years ago in Families
Fighting Dragons From Across the Rainbow Bridge
As darkness falls outside our home, the monsters come out. The shape, size and intention of these creatures change as my boys age and their viewing habits introduce new creatures to their inner grimoires. However, no matter the creature that could be lurking in the yard, ready to peek in through the windows, Bella the ghost dog is ready to protect my boys from any danger.
By Penny Fuller5 years ago in Families
How A Cheeseburger and Fries Helped Me Resolve A Lost Love
Earlier this week, we had a beautiful January afternoon in Southeast Texas. The temperatures lingered in the mid-seventies with a few showers on the horizon. A warm breeze fluttered through the trees. It was a day to spend outdoors.
By Lee J. Bentch 5 years ago in Families
Stillness of the Midnight
He lay on the bed, ankles crossed and an arm tucked behind his head. He drew in a breath before releasing a long sigh, running his fingers through the length of his sandy, brown hair. Rubbing his weary eyes, he sat up and placed his feet on the floor. Elbows resting on his knees he interlaced his long fingers on the back of his neck.
By Mimi D Tucky5 years ago in Families
Saudade (A Short Story)
The first time I ever attended a funeral, it was my brothers. There are some people that you think will live forever and even if the earth was reduced to ash, they would survive somehow. That’s how I saw my big brother; his existence was an entire galaxy and what could ever destroy something like that? Yet - there we were, congregated in the very home we had both grown up in. It took me two hours before I could make an appearance, it was easier sitting in my room, but the people had come. Even though crowds weren't my thing, this wasn't about me. With a racing heart and palms drenched in sweat, I glanced over the sea of faces – many I had never seen before, nor have I seen since. Black garments wrapped around robotic-like frames, embraced me one at a time accompanied by empty words.
By Joy5 years ago in Families