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.
The Lives of Kittens
I hadn’t seen the accident. As Heather and her gaggle of friends were leaving for their first day of secondary school, I came down the drive and saw Beanie scamper under my van. I saw Jess’s face looking worried but didn’t really connect. Everybody was chatting except a guy who’d stopped his van by the girls and got out to ask if the cat was alright. Nobody had really seen it but he seemed overly concerned. I said, “He’s okay. I’ve just seen him scamper under my van.” Heather was now in tears so it appears she may have seen something. Our primary concern was to get her off to her first day of secondary in the right frame of mind. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll find him in a minute and see that he’s okay.” Tearfully, and with the support of her friends, she set off down the road to get the bus.
By Deacon Martin5 years ago in Families
I Love(d) You.
I miss the fact that he never got to see most of my biggest accomplishments; entering high school, graduating, becoming an adult.. or even becoming a teenager. I hated the fact that everyone got to have a father see them grow up into the young adult they always dreamt their daughter would become, while I never got a chance to have that.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet5 years ago in Families
Dad's Garden
She hadn’t known it then, but it would be her last conversation Dad. He wasn’t old or unhealthy, there was no reason to believe he’d be gone so quickly, so permanently. There were brief moments where she almost felt lucky. Lucky because their last conversation hadn’t been some dramatic fight, like in the movies, with infamous last words that would hang in the air forever, like forgotten laundry on a clothesline. But most of the time, she just felt heartbroken and lost inside herself.
By RYLEE CELLA5 years ago in Families
Pick Me
I was a lone little marigold wilting in my pot. “Please, please someone take me home” I thought as person after person walked by me. Then it happened. The bluest little eyes looking at me. “Mom, this one looks sad. Can I take it home?” The little girl with her crooked pigtails and mismatched flip flops said.
By Micah G Bingham5 years ago in Families
The Red Silk-Cotton Tree
The land where the young lady once lived was next to a river. Like thousands of other Vietnamese rivers, it had two seasons. When the weather was colder and, the sky turned pale, the water silted up and was covered in an opaque red film. When the sun returned, the ground turned piping hot with pollen in the air, and the river became as lucid and green as ancient translucent jade. The other side of the river was where the young lady attended school. An old bamboo bridge was across the river. The bridge was only big enough for a motorbike to pass through at a time. When the girl was ten, a storm destroyed the bridge into pieces. The villagers had to evacuate to the higher hills and mountain jungles for refuge. Later, three new ferry stations were built along the riverbanks for transportation to the city.
By Thai Huynh5 years ago in Families
