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.
Her Final Lesson
My grandmother died at a point in my life where I wasn't very proud of myself. She was my best friend, my biggest fan, and one of the greatest loves of my life, although I didn't always know that. Growing up, everyone ended up at grandma's house at one time or another. She was the glue that held our family together and once she was gone so was the family we all knew. My biggest regret in my life is that she didn't get to be as proud of me, as I would have liked.
By Aleea Whitmire8 years ago in Families
Fathers & Daughters
November 4, 2006: A Year of Great Change But first, I should probably tell the story as to why... the entire story. My parents divorced when I was too little to know what it meant. I was about 2-years-old when they split up, so I never truly saw them together. But moving forward, my dad would pick my sister and I up from school every Friday and take us back to our mom and step dad's place to pack for the upcoming weekend.
By Emily Gales8 years ago in Families
A World Beyond Our Own
“There’s more to life than what you see,” My mother used to say to me as we drove through town in the dead of night. She delivered newspapers to every home in our tiny village of Sabina, Ohio, and once I turned ten she finally allowed me to stay up late and join her on her escapade. I can’t remember what possessed her to want to stay up after midnight to deliver papers and then get up early in the morning to deliver mail for the postal service, but my mother was always one to keep herself busy. She hated sitting around and doing nothing; it made her feel useless. “There’s a whole ‘nother world out there,” She pointed to the night sky, millions and millions of stars blinking at us, and the moon that provided a dim white light.
By Charleigh Haley8 years ago in Families
Forever Missing My Dad
January 31, 2018 was a day I will never forget... I remember every detail. It was a Wednesday, and I had just began to work on my second patient of the morning when I heard my office manager behind me. I turned to see if she needed me, and saw her pointing. I read the words as they silently rolled off her lips, “Your brother is here.” Immediately, my heart sank. I knew something wasn’t right. Tears started to well up as I excused myself from the operatory. I stepped out of the room to see my younger brother standing there at the end of the hallway waiting for me. His face was troubled, his body was tense, and his voice was almost unrecognizable. My dad had gone missing the night before, and his body had been found that morning. Sooo many questions started flowing through my mind. Why? Where was his body found? How did this happen to him? Maybe there was a mixup. There was no way that it could be “MY DAD.” No possible way that he could really be gone. It was so difficult to put the pieces together... It was troubling to believe. It was harder to even BREATHE. My world came crumbling down in an instant.
By Chelsea Jones8 years ago in Families
I Was 19 Years Old
Newly into college, I was juggling a full schedule with my academics, waitressing, and being a student athlete, where I also had to juggle practice two times a day. I had no real social life in terms of doing the whole "College thing" by partying and drinking, if so it was rare to see me out (I didn't even like going out in high school, for the same reasons, working and on the HS swim team).
By Lena Michelle8 years ago in Families
Medical Malpractice at It's Finest; And the Dangers of Coumadin
I lost my Aunt unexpectedly over this past weekend. It basically downright sucks! You can only imagine how her kids feel, how her grand kids feel, and mostly her husband of 58 years feel! It is so maddening as to what happened and malpractice is what seems to possibly been the cause of all of this.
By Sheila Robertson8 years ago in Families
My Son's Passing
To begin, I was a single mother of six children. Five of those children living with me due to my oldest being taken to Florida by who MAY be his father while I was at the doctor's. (I will elaborate on the subject in another story.) I lived in my grandfather's home with him, my children, and my boyfriend at the time. I was working for $8.50 an hour as a medical assistant in a doctor's office...horrible money for my position. But I still took care of my family and helped my grandfather pay the bills. The boyfriend wasn't working, two of my kids were in school, and the rest stayed at home because I couldn't afford daycare. So, the boyfriend watched them, or I would drive them to the next town to stay with their grandmother until I got off work. Okay, done with a bit of the back story.
By April Mansfield8 years ago in Families
Dear Damien
How to survive after losing your child is such a hard thought no one has a concrete answer to. When your child's last heart beat on the monitor beats its last beat, your breath drops and your heart feels numb. You as a mother feel guilty for even still breathing and walking.
By Ashley Antoinette8 years ago in Families
To My New Hero in Heaven
To my new Hero in Heaven, I think it goes without saying that we miss you more than anything and that none of us can go a single day without thinking of you at least three times. I'm sure I'm not the only one who closes my eyes and tries to hear your voice in my head or imagine how much better it would feel if you were sitting next me. We all lost a huge piece of ourselves when we lost you, though we know in some way you are still here.
By Paranneting/Anne Reboa8 years ago in Families
"We Think She's Having a Heart Attack"
Flash back three and a half years. I just gave birth to the most non alien looking, beautiful baby girl. My life had been a s*** show before I became pregnant with her. Her daddy and I were headed down the wrong path when we found out we were eggo preggo. After crying for weeks, I accepted the fact, and began loving and caring for this tiny little human in me. So no, I was not one of those moms who was over the moon excited to be pregnant at first. I still feel guilt for this, but I never loved my daughter any less.
By Korrie Denton8 years ago in Families
