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.
Unforgettable Memories
Fee you are a special scar beyond the rough rock, of one wild song. The scent of dried roses and silent grief had you chasing death from malignant sadness. You were dying to be free from a silent grief of suicidal thoughts. But you were in too deep with your thinking, catching fire, like the last falling leaves, on the edge of time. Your troubled mind was ripped from the headlines of shattered glass with a mirage of feelings, that cuts like a knife. Those shallow grave images touched the surface of your fractured mind, until it was torn away by an unforgivable death.
By Bernadine Jarmon5 years ago in Families
Catharsis
They look like pictures Scattered on the floor But be wary Pictures have a way of cutting deep Leaving scars I have this recurring nightmare where I'm going about a normal day, maybe I'm running errands, maybe I'm picking up a to-go order for dinner, and I look up and see the local news on one of the tv screens. Normally I don't pay attention to it. I don't like the news, would never choose to watch it, but this one keep my attention, steals my breath and won't give it back. Whatever I'm holding drops from my hands as the words scrolling across the screen sink in. "Breaking News: Young, White Male Found Shot In Charlotte Back Streets." And suddenly the flashing lights take on meaning, as does the yellow crime scene tape and the form in the middle of all the moving bodies. It's you. Blonde hair matted with blood, eyes unseeing and unclosed, whatever terror you felt wiped away as your brain shut down and your heart ceased beating. But it's you. Those unseeing eyes still your blue, hair tousled and stained red from your blood, but still your course dirty blond hair. You're sprawled on the street like you were running when you fell and the black cement still shines and reflects the flashing red and blue lights from the rain that fell only hours before. It all sinks in, lays heavy on my heart, as the groceries or food or whatever I'm holding crashes to the floor. It had been a normal day. Just a normal day. And then it wasn't. The crash wakes me up every time. Brings me back to reality and I realize the truth in all its horror: that day could still happen.
By Aubrey Berry5 years ago in Families
Evil Aunt
As she lay awake every night, sometimes wondering and sometimes crying about what happen to her father for the last 13 years. Kay feels hopeless, and it is sad how people have rendered a fully able and capable adult, and devoted mother, completely helpless.
By I am me Amanda Nissen/Champion5 years ago in Families
Decisions to be Made Before Our Death
“In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods of tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life.” ~ Nicholas Sparks ‘The Notebook’
By Debbie's Reflection5 years ago in Families
Our Christmas Card 2021
This year, our family suffered a great loss as we came to grips with losing our beloved Dad and Grandpa. Though our children have dealt with losing two of their "old Grandpas" (great-grandfathers) over the last few years, this time the loss was a little closer.
By Shelley Wenger5 years ago in Families
Widowhood 101: Accepting the things we cannot change
Dear widow or widower: The man or woman you loved has passed away. The loss of separation and the pressures from society might make you feel you have something to prove. Newsflash: You don't have to date, have sex or marry again if you really do not want to. If that is your desire there is nothing wrong with it. Loving and missing the person you shared your life with for 30, 40, 50, or 60 years is normal. Grieving is difficult but it is normal. Please don't let others influence you to make decisions you may later regret. You cannot change the fact your spouse has died but you can accept your new status without feeling you must change it.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Families
Tapestry
Seashells inside a golden frame, pink and sweet. A mermaid sits against a rock, her hands trailing in the pool beside her. Her gaze is serene and long auburn hair is blowing across her shoulders in the wind. Her skin is porcelain; a faint flush is on her cheeks.
By Cate Stephens 5 years ago in Families
Danielle Fairchild
Jotting down the next things on her list, she put her pencil on the desk and looked at her expanding responsibilities. The list of “To Do’s” seemed to grow with the morning sun, inching through the windows of her apartment. The warmth cascading freckles of glistening light across her complexion. She sits amongst the wooden desk chair painted blue, tapping her finger nails against the side of her tea cup. Tilting her head, she takes a deep breath as the corners of her mouth move up with her arms, in a refreshing stretch.
By Abigail Dorothy5 years ago in Families
Jade On My Mind
Many key events determine who we become. I recently had such an event, but to grasp the full weight of this tale we must go back seventeen years ago. The year I moved to Tennessee, the year I learned about love as the most basic concept, and what mental illness truly was.
By Alys Maeve Amoré5 years ago in Families
