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.
Dreamworld
I had never been anyplace like this one. As I walked along, I could see seating, but it looked fluid like water; in fact, the whole place seemed to look like water - the floor, the walls, the seating. The only thing missing was people even though I knew that I was walking with my recently deceased brother, Patrick. I could not see him though, but I knew he was walking right at my side. He came to get me to show me where he was as I had been inconsolable since he had died. We had his funeral this very afternoon, and I worried about him. I knew his life had never been a bed of roses, and our mother refused to acknowledge our past.
By Yvette McDermott5 years ago in Families
Things I didn't know about my mom till she died
Things I didn’t know about my mom till she died My name is Jordan Taylor Johnson and I am going to tell you a story. I was born Sept 1 1998 to Katherine Johnson and John Johnson who were both Navy corpsman. I was conceived in Bethesda MD, born in Charleston SC, moved to Okinawa Japan when I was one and a half and when I was four we moved to Roanoke VA where I would spend the next fifteen years growing up in a small town. Mom was from Roanoke VA and dad was from Rochester NY. I have a brother that was born in Okinawa Japan when I was three; he was one and a half when we moved to Roanoke. Dad and mom divorced when I was nine and Darius was five. We went with dad one week and mom one week it was hard time for us but we tried to hide it because we knew mom was fragile and we always worried about her. I just didn’t know how fragile till the day she died.
By Katherine Johnson5 years ago in Families
The Funeral
It’s cold and windy today and I really don’t have the time for this. My father looks like death as he lay in his casket, whatever death is supposed to look like. His face is so white. His hair looks askew, regardless of the poor attempt to tame it by combing it back. I hate wearing high heels and where the hell is my sister? The lines on his face look like deep valleys crammed with years of tough living. Embedded in there so deep I can’t see where the lines end and where his face begins. His fingers are crippled, and his body is frail. I don’t want to touch him, but I do.
By Renee More5 years ago in Families
My Polka-dot Princess Boots
I’m turning 60. My Dad died last month. And my dog ate my favorite boots. Let’s start with the boots. Those boots of mine had an auspicious beginning. I found them in a little shop when we were in between movies at Toronto After Dark, a horror/sci-fi film festival. I write horror, so I was already in my element, but then I discovered the boots. I was over the moon. They were buttery-soft combat boots with chains and ribbons for laces.
By Catherine Kenwell5 years ago in Families
Three Things
The ten nights which followed the passing of my Dad were black. Not bleak. Black. There were no dreams, or at least no dreams that I could recall having when I woke each morning. I slept strangely well most nights, but the usual vivid dreams just before waking were absent.
By Michael Halloran5 years ago in Families
I am a motherless daughter.. Top Story - November 2021.
My mother is alive, living out her life as an alcoholic and drug addict in her mid-50s. She has been an addict since she was in the 10th grade when she dropped out. She had been drinking hard liquor and taking hard drugs my entire childhood into adolescence. I only ever remember her on something. That was my last memory of her, up until she kicked me out and changed the house locks while I was 16 and pregnant.
By Jaded Savior Blog5 years ago in Families
Grief
Yellow. Yellow eyes, yellow face and yellow body. The first time I had seen my father in over 4 years is forever ingrained in my mind. I had received a frantic phone call from my Uncle with the news of my father's inevitable passing. A week after I had rushed to my father, he passed away at home under hospice care.
By Hannah Dennis5 years ago in Families
