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.

Remember My Favorite “I love you”
Difficulty is an understatement when trying to comprehend the realization that my future memories I will experience with you, are the ones that were already established in the past. Tomorrow will only bring a time to reminisce or fantasize of what could’ve been. No time frame can be designated or scheduled as the stopping point that puts a halt to our sorrow. Being lost and confused defines its existing moments, not the person walking on this path of misunderstanding. The road to peace exposes its presence in the journey of blindness. I feel that it’s present, but I’m not allowing myself to find it. My defense is over powered. Ive been dealt a hand that can’t defeat the card in play with my initial strategy I’ve planned as a victory. Adapting is my only option. Adapting is the defense that can lead me back to the offense. The battles I am fighting in the darkness are the only way I can find victory in this war. Remembering you is all that is left.
By Brandon Constantine5 years ago in Families
ROBBED OF LIFE, HEAVEN GAINED PICASSO-
Eighteen year old Matthew Becerra was the second oldest out of 6 siblings. Born in Fort Worth ,Tx He was a Graduate of Saginaw High School . (2021). He came off as being shy and to himself, as for those that got to know him say that "he was really out going and really really sweet." His smile and those deep dimples caught everybody's attention, beautiful smile!
By Ana Duran5 years ago in Families
On the days when my wife was sick
Today is another day for his wife to undergo dialysis. I got up very early in the morning, and I want to cook porridge for my daughter. At about seven o'clock, I went to wake up my wife and daughter. After finishing her own affairs, the wife helped her daughter to comb her hair. In taking care of my daughter, I can do everything else well, but the only thing is that my daughter’s hair is not combed well. For this reason, I have been ridiculed by my daughter many times.
By CoSmile5 years ago in Families
Graduation ... from this life on Earth
My mother is home from hospital. I am afraid she will not be here long. For years and years, we have joked about death, and spoken seriously about what she wants to happen to her worldly goods when she dies. We've giggled at the grim idea of an urn on the mantle vs. a public visiting place, the pros and cons of open caskets and so on. We have speculated on what happens when one "graduates" (the euphemism her parents used), and while it has always seemed slightly morbid, we have tried to make it an amusing idea to contemplate. That's what you do when you're raising your children and have a career in the life insurance business..
By Alice Freist5 years ago in Families
Be Kind, Rewind
Memories can be a tricky thing. We are so quick to decide what to pick and choose to keep and what to let go, but the brain doesn’t always allow you such kindness. We are cursed for forgetting the most important joyful little moments that shape us. We are cursed even more so for remembering the most important small tragedies that define us. I am personally cursed when it comes to memory.
By Nina Amaral5 years ago in Families
Grief
My heart soul body and mind are filled with regret. I know there’s no reason to feel regret and I know there was nothing that could be done. Your body and mind were tired of wrestling with the demons of mental illness, that’s okay.
By CD5 years ago in Families
Understanding Sunsets
She told me she remembered sunsets. The colors splayed across the sky in a dizzying kaleidoscope. Sunsets told her she wasn't inside the house. Walls taller than her blocked her view of the sun sinking into slumber. She could never walk home. There wasn't a house she'd give that name to just yet. For now, there was only a building encasing her sisters and her aunt while they slept.
By Julian Gonzalez5 years ago in Families
Barren
I looked out the window and watched the rain hit the glass slowly. The sky was crying an ugly cry. The kind of cry I needed to release. My heart was heavy with the news I had just received. Earlier today my doctor told me I was infertile. I sat in the chair just staring back at her as if she couldn’t see me. She started explaining prodcedures, going over my lab reports and discussing infertility treatment but I was already in another place. I couldn’t let the tears leave my eyes for some reason. My face was just still. My jaws locked and I couldn’t speak. I honestly didn’t know if I was breathing anymore, I was certain she could see my blank stare. Physically I was there, but mentally I wasn’t sure I was comprehending. It was only after 10 minutes and her repeatedly saying my name, that I got up and left the room.
By Erianna Gilliam5 years ago in Families
A journey to Islam
Death of loved ones can be consoled because we know it's natures' rule that nobody stays forever with us. Everyone one day leaves us, But it's so heart pounding when some alive person leaves us when we need them the most even than our lives.
By javaria hassan5 years ago in Families
The Story of a Young Sprite
I got in to my room and opened the window, as usual. But that day was unusual, the view has changed. A 16-year-old young girl, named Anne, has lightened the street with her innocent nature.
By Shahzad Baluch5 years ago in Families
Dying From the Inside Out
My father is not a real person anymore. When his friend Bobby calls me to talk about him, he tells me about my father’s concerns, unconcerned. And he tells me that the person he really feels sorry for is his wife. His wife is dying of a kidney disease and so my father sees her same Chinese speaking kidney specialist for his brain. Because he can't be cured. And it wouldn't really matter if he saw a plumber or the best neurologist in the world. The outcome would be the same.
By K.M. Green5 years ago in Families
In Loving Memory
Every person that we come in contact with will eventually leave us. Some of them will be more important than others, and their losses may hit harder as a result. For others, we may only know in passing, and yet still remain saddened and grief stricken when their time, too, comes to be. For all of us, one day, this will inevitably happen. It is what it is, the way of life.
By J. Lee5 years ago in Families