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 Welcome Haunting
'My Dad said that if he could, he'd come back to me after he died, and he never has.' This was the reason I gave when my six-year-old daughter Olivia asked me why I didn't believe in ghosts, while I was tucking her into bed at our holiday cabin in the woods. Her scrunched-up worried face relaxed a little as she thought through my logic. I stroked her fluffy blonde hair to soothe her - she was always scared to sleep at first when we took a trip up here, but once we'd got through the first night she'd be fine. She closed her eyes and her body softened as the fear of forest ghouls drifted away and sleep started to settle on her. She took me a little by surprise when she asked, eyes still closed:
By Dorianne Woolfe5 years ago in Families
Miscarriage Story
It’s like when you first turn out the light for bed. You can’t see what’s in front of you. All you can do is stumble your way under the covers. And it can be unsettling, uncomfortable, or even a bit scary having your sense of sight gone just like that. This is where most people go to sleep. They close their eyes and drift away into the sand. Now imagine that grief is insomnia. It keeps you from drifting away. You stay, very awake, in the dark. Firmly tethered to reality. Some even go mad. They drive themselves crazy, or even turn the light back on, refusing to acknowledge the dark. But if you sit in the dark long enough you’re eyes adjust. There’s a faint blue hue that slips over your eyes and softens the atmosphere around you.
By Rowan Flores5 years ago in Families
Dreaming of you
I had a dream last night; it was quite bizarre. It was about a world that existed outside our realm. I like to call it “Parmel.” Parmel is a realm that lives inside my head. I’ve only ever seen it once. It’s a realm that has colors in nature, like the flowers that bloom in meadows, the sky is purple and navy blue. The grass is as pink as the fish in the sea. The lakes were divine and as clear as could be. Pollution did not exist in this world. oh, how great this place felt! It felt peaceful; there was no mistreatment upon anything that I could see, nor were there any anger or sadness. I felt like I could be there forever and get lost!
By Em Blackrose n Ambisious5 years ago in Families
I Remember
Our Grandmothers were the best. Some of us still have that love that never leaves still with us. Others have said goodbye to it. Whether or not you still have your nana, you still have the feeling of her. Now for me, I lost my nana in December, year 2009, just before Christmas. Oh my was it the worst day of my life. Well one in a few anyways, But that's another story and another time.
By Tiffanie m Adkins5 years ago in Families
Last Words
Is Death more torturous than life? My little cousin passed away a week ago. One week since her grace blessed this earth with her presence. I was asked to write her obituary, the funeral has come and gone since. I turned something in her sister described as "perfect", but I still cant find the right words. The words that would hold her entire self within them. Words that weigh as much as she did, because Mabel, Mabel was heavy. Not in size but in love, she still swims in the depths of my heart, and I hope she stays there forever. I hope that if my mind one day wanders away, her name will still be a very real reality. I pray that I never forget her laugh, her voice, her smile, her sass, her...just all of her. How do you paraphrase a life? No matter how short, will there ever be enough words that encompasses all that someone was? What they still are to those of us left behind. I hope Mabel knew how much I admired her, how much I wanted to be like her in some aspects. Her courage, her ingenuity, her willingness to be no less than all that she was...
By Bianca Serraty5 years ago in Families
The Fog of Grief
It is June 2015. There are people in my house. Who is here? I tell myself that I’m okay because my sister, Arlene, flew in from Chicago, and my son, Joel, flew in from California. They are staying with me. They are watching over me. What are they saying? I don’t know.
By Joan Gershman5 years ago in Families
The Truth
"Is it true?", she asked her Uncle as she reached his bed during her first and only sleepwalking experience. She was nine years old and her mother had been taken from their home by ambulance the previous night. "Yes sweetheart, it's true", her Uncle replied as he enfolded her in his arms and cuddled her. She went back to sleep feeling safer.
By Melissa Saggers5 years ago in Families
Ric
It was late afternoon, around six, when I checked my phone. There was a voice mail message from Ric. This was strange - Ric would never leave a message, he just wasn't into that kind of thing. If he called and you picked up, then great. He also didn't respond to texts. So you had to call and not leave a message if he didn't answer. Ric was like the dad I never had.
By Melissa Saggers5 years ago in Families
