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 Inevitable Countdown
In every human's life, there is a beginning and an end. This is well-known, inevitable, and expected, but it doesn't make it any easier to prepare for it. This is a sensitive topic, not one that is easy to approach, but it is a topic nonetheless that should be openly discussed. I have opened the conversation, for the simple fact that there are plenty of people in the world that don't have anyone to talk to when they have experienced a loss and go about life wallowing in their grief. I have experienced losing a couple of close family members, when it happened, seemed completely unbearable, it still is equally difficult to this day. I tried to handle the loss without the need to talk about it with anyone, in fear that I didn't want to "burden" anyone, but as time passed, I slowly noticed how mentally unhealthy of a habit I had created. I have a couple of things I can continue writing concerning the subject, and due to my recent experiences.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Families
Surviving Joshua
I once spent four days with peanut butter in my hair and cabbage in my bra, while wearing a pair of overalls made for a husky little boy. It was a bad week. But when I think of that week now, a tiny little smile always shows up at the corner of my mouth, just the tiniest of smiles, because honestly, despite the grief that smothered me like a heavy, murderous blanket, the whole event also had an I Love Lucy quality to it. I was a sad Lucille Ball, shuffling around my weird little apartment in clothes meant for a child farmer, with my hair sticking up and the leaves of a cruciferous vegetable stuck to my boobs.
By Paige D. Johnson5 years ago in Families
What do you do when your dad dies?
This morning I woke up to a message from my brother asking me to call him and not to contact mum first. I knew something was wrong but I figured maybe they had one of their fights as sometimes they do or maybe something happened to grandma. What I could never expect was my brother saying that my dad wasn’t with us anymore.
By Martyna Dearing5 years ago in Families
A love that was once given now taken
It was the year 2004 when I had started a job at a government program way off southern north location across the river. It was a tense, but organized orientation that was pretty exciting for a government program. The people were dressed up and the weather was good and warm, pleasantly in the mid 78 degree season of the year.
By Carrie Johnson5 years ago in Families
The Death Of Loved One
Death is not the most significant loss in life. A tremendous loss is what dies inside us while we live. It is the loss of a loved one or the loss of something that teaches us about the worth of things. While I was seven years old, still a child that needed love and to is taken care of by my parent, especially my mom; she was having a hard time balancing her life between taking care of my grandmother and me. My mom was the most loved child and sibling among the family; she was the one who took care of everything and everyone. At that time, my grandmother was ill. Every day, she had to take me to school, go to work, visit my grandmother in the hospital, come back to pick me up from school and take me home, study with me, take care of everyone in the house, and finally, at night, she would go back to the hospital. I remember that it has been a long time since I had slept in her arms at night. One night as she was getting me ready for bed, she dressed up to go to my grandmother, came and kissed me, but I couldn't sleep. I started crying and told her, why don't you stay with me? I want you to be her? She looked into my eyes and started crying. She told me, look how much you love me and want me to stay with you; it is the same for my mother; she is sick, and I need to be beside her and take care of her. When I think about it, it makes me feel sad that I have made her cry. On a school afternoon, while I was waiting patiently for her to pick me up, I was left alone after everyone had left school. I called her, and she was not picking up. In my thoughts, I was saying that maybe my grandmother had become better, and she was busy taking her home until one of my relatives came to pick me up instead. When we arrived home, it was very crowded.
By Maulik Borsaniya5 years ago in Families
My Loss Story: It's Not "Goodbye," It's "I'll See You Later"
These days have been harder than any painful I’ve experienced in my 28 years of life. I wake up every day ready to approach life as if it were a brand new day, no matter how much these four walls that encompass the home I grew up in, the home I watched my dad’s life wither away in, stay the same.
By Alyssa "Lefty" P.5 years ago in Families
It's in the Blood
IT’S IN THE BLOOD 1593 words Dear Mom, I remember the summer I was five years old. Dad took me by the hand up to your room in the quiet little country hospital and I wondered who that person on the bed was with her face wrapped in white gauze bandages, until I looked to see your beautiful turquoise eyes smiling at me. I knew it was you. Fifty years later, I took dad up to your quiet room in the hospice and he was wondering who that thin, fragile woman laying under a quilt could be. And then you smiled and all the world was right for us again in that moment.
By Lorraine - Lorrie Morales5 years ago in Families
