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.
Imagine if I Looked Like Me?
Imagine if I Looked Like Me? 2018 He stood in the doorway, flabbergasted. After 20 years it was mind boggling this behavior was still escalating. If he engaged her, he was wrong. If he simply walked away, he was wrong. She got away with everything. She was the mother, the matriarch. Nobody ever talked back to Betty, not ever. Especially not now.
By Rene’ Schultz6 years ago in Families
Sunset
Outside, the sun was sitting low on the horizon. He hadn't said more than a few words when he returned from the hospital in many hours. She had been mindful of not disturbing him, occasionally giving him a hug and saying that she loved him. She wasn't sure what else to do. Every now and again, he would let out a loud, broken sign, as if the sorrow that was growing dark and silent inside him was trying to escape.
By Elena Brooks6 years ago in Families
Twenty Thousand Reasons
Twenty Thousand Reasons I hear the roaring of the waves crashing against the rocks at my feet, but where it usually delights me, something feels like it’s missing today… because it is. I stiffen and shift on my throne of rocks, forcing off the tears that are so ready to fall down my unwilling cheeks. All I want is for you to be sitting beside me…
By Mycheille Norvell6 years ago in Families
Happy Birthday
The doorbell rang. I might have already been awake; sometimes it was hard to tell. My westie, Captain Pickles, had commandeered the covers and couldn’t be bothered by the chime. He gave me a single eye lift, but even that seemed like too much effort.
By Nicole DiMattei6 years ago in Families
Hollow dreams
Fall 2020 . It’s grey and gloomy outside and the wind seems to enjoy dancing around the trees. I put on my thin sweater as I look out my window , knowing I’ll be shivering as soon as I step outside . I blow out the candle i keep lit on my dining room table everyday .
By Sheyla Gonzalez6 years ago in Families
Treasure in a Dead Man's Chest
In many ways, Jerry Mason preferred his uncle Julian dead. He’d always been a rather odious character while he was alive; his love for his own voice accommodated perfectly by his tendency to throw the most woeful dinner parties at his chintzy mansion in the Sussex countryside. Jerry would often find himself stuck to the man for hours, listening to some anecdote about world politics (or a chastisement regarding Jerry’s financial situation) while trying to distract himself from Julian’s halogenic breath by counting all the different variations of argyle on the upholstery. Yes, he was not much going to miss the man - this was made all the easier to digest by the fact that all he had received at the reading of the wills earlier that week was a smug-looking china piggy bank containing small change from most of the countries that had made up the British Empire. Half of them weren’t even in circulation anymore! A fiscal dig from beyond the grave, from a man who seemed to have a bottomless bank account nonetheless.
By Jimmy Chambers6 years ago in Families
Cryptic
Cryptic Humping boxes out of my late father’s flat to a deadline imposed by the condo management, I clumsily knock a large vase with my elbow. It smashes. Damn, that could have been worth a few cents. Glancing down at the shards I spot a palm-sized black Moleskine and a kind of USB stick in the mess. I pick them up and leaf through the notebook. Strings of words written in his recognisably neat, bold hand:
By Susannah Bolt6 years ago in Families
