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.

  • Sara Bevins
    Published 3 months ago
    My Mother

    My Mother

    This picture means so much to me, you see this is my beautiful mother. She got took from this earth way to soon. I was only nine when she got killed. Mom was my best friend, she taught me so much even though I was young.My mother was the most kind hearted woman I have ever known. She would give someone the last penny she had, if she knew it would help someone in need. She always loved helping others.
  • Hannah Elliott
    Published 3 months ago
    To the Strongest Woman I know

    To the Strongest Woman I know

    I cannot believe that you have left us and moved on. The world feels slightly empty now that you are gone. I am so thankful for the chance to have called you a friend and for you to be such an inspiration in my life. I would not have done half the things I did without you.
  • Michelle Schultz
    Published 3 months ago
    Twenty-Three Years
  • Heather Down
    Published 3 months ago
    Butterfly: Stillbirth and Adoption

    Butterfly: Stillbirth and Adoption

    I AM NOT A NATURAL hugger. It just isn’t in my nature. I respect and adore personal space, and I loathe those awkward moments when I don’t know what is the most socially acceptable course of action. Is now a good time to shake someone’s hand; or is a pat on the shoulder better; or is a hug what is called for? It is actually a standing joke among my closest friends. I remember when, after an extremely long run with our local run-club members, one guy decided to give each and every one of our sweaty crew a hug. Apparently, my expression gave my inner disdain away, and my two friends who witnessed the event couldn’t stop laughing.
  • Catt McCartney
    Published 3 months ago
    The Making of an A.R.M.Y

    The Making of an A.R.M.Y

    This paper could trigger anyone with depression and/or suicidal thoughts. PLEASE be advised, and do not read this if you don’t think you can handle these themes.
  • Krystal Rowden
    Published 3 months ago
    The nightmare I had become my reality.

    The nightmare I had become my reality.

    It was around the first of the year Feb or March of 2003, I was only 13. My mother and I lived in town in a mobil trailer. My mothers room was at one end of the trailer and My room was at the other end. She says I scared her, I imagine It would have scared anyone, I woke her up screaming in my sleep. She ran to my room and started shaking me saying "krystal, baby wake up It's just a bad dream". I remeber I was drenched in sweat, crying and shaking. My mother was standing at the side of my bed, trying to get me to come fully awake and realize It was a bad dream, the whole time she was telling me "It was ok I was just having a bad dream." I got awake looked up at her, she said "baby are you ok?" What did you dream?" she said; I just looked at her for a min and then My reply was "I had a dream daddy died momma!" she said; "oh baby Its ok, Its was just a bad dream.
  • Tomas Alejandro
    Published 3 months ago
    An Unforgotten Man

    An Unforgotten Man

    It was 1984. I asked my girlfriend to the movies, as were the case when people dated (no Instagram, no Facebook, no texts). We sat in the theatre, holding hands, deeply enthralled in the story, waiting for the climax. Does he win the girl? Will she stay with him? The heroine does not but then the song plays at the end. I watch it wanting the song to end because my eyes well up as some unforeseen force hits my chest causing me to rush out with my girlfriend. The words to that song still affect me, but for different reasons. My girlfriend and I grew closer as she thought of me as a more sensitive soul. I felt for the yearning of a movie fairy tale ending. My feelings were not attached to the heroine but to my hero.
  • Jenny Bruce
    Published 3 months ago
    Open Heart Surgery

    Open Heart Surgery

    I had heard that family members often seem to die over the holidays. My father chose to leave us days before Thanksgiving. The day before my sister's birthday.
  • Mandy Salcedo
    Published 3 months ago
    Death

    Death

    We had just been together last Wednesday, I was thinking of how I wanted to know more about him and his life before he was taken away by death, but I was also looking at him and admiring him as the person I knew him to be. It was not out of sorts for me to look at my family and acknowledge their Divine beauty, but the way I was looking at him, a part of me knew what was going to happen in just a few short days. My last memory with him was perfect.
  • Kathleen Thompson
    Published 3 months ago
    First Place in Behind the Beat Challenge
    The "Lullabye" My Parents & I "Sang" To Each Other

    The "Lullabye" My Parents & I "Sang" To Each Other

    I elder-cared my parents for 9 ½ years. Knowing nothing about what this journey would hold, I signed up immediately to be their care-giver when my parents started to show signs of not being able to take care of themselves. It would be my gift back to them for being the amazing, supportive, and loving parents I’d known all my life. They were married for more than 65 years; a testament to how they loved and lived for each other like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to be able to keep them together for their respective last chapters and those tomorrows that were then waning. My task was to courageously, if I could, hold their hands as we three walked this holy path at dusk; Could I calm their disquiet as they lost their footing, couldn’t keep their focus, or scrambled their thoughts while losing their physical abilities as well? To call this journey sacred would be true. And, from my perspective, it would also be like stepping unto a roller coaster I had no idea I would be riding. All my good intentions, with wanting to honor my parents by protecting, assisting, and living with them, certainly did not make up for the lack of sleep, the stress, and frustration I would feel in the process of mainly caring for them all by myself, while working outside the home as well. To watch my parents age and lose their faculties, or for my Dad to go deaf was difficult enough, but when either of them began to question my intentions, my judgement, or my love for them in any given situation – those moments were emotionally heart-wrenching. I still felt emotionally drained even knowing full well that those moments were a bi-product of them losing their ability to think critically. My work was in not taking things personally, and staying open to the present; because that’s when grace would arrive. Sure enough, one of those moments of grace or divine intervention occurred, in the later years of my elder-caring. I had a camera/monitor set up so that I could make sure if my parents got up at night I would be alerted and get up and assist them. One evening, I heard/saw that my Dad was getting up and as I walked from my room to my parent’s bedroom, I saw a beautiful, white, glowing, silhouette of an Angel greeting me at the foot of their bed. I wasn’t afraid or daunted by this heavenly body at all. I did blink, but the beautiful Angel stayed until my attention turned to my parents again. It was a stunning, moving image, one that I didn’t question as being real. Overall, I felt protection and a feeling of affirmation that all was in divine order. “Of course,” my inner voice was saying, there were angels around overseeing this chapter in our lives. My parents, “my angels” were being protected. Along with that protection, I’m convinced that this divine being that entered our space transmitted some energy to me as well, to let me know that I was being watched over too, so I could feel support and continue my care-taking assignment with renewed energy and love. The song that came into play, after that angel sighting occurred, was within a year of my Dad passing. It came on the radio as I was driving to work – it was “Goodnight My Angel,” by Billy Joel. I hadn’t heard that song before then and Billy had debuted this song in 1993, which was 24 years earlier. Obviously, this was my time to hear it, to be soothed and comforted by it.
  • She’s just HURT.
    Published 3 months ago
    Speaking OUT - Part 1. Born in Pain.

    Speaking OUT - Part 1. Born in Pain.

    Pain. For the longest time I wasn’t sure where it was coming from. I was in pain all the time, even now I’m in pain. I didn’t get by a car or fall off a horse. I didn’t join a wrestling team or play much sports. But still this pain all over, did I sleep walk ?
  • Casey Keller
    Published 3 months ago
    Through Every Death, There Is A Begining

    Through Every Death, There Is A Begining

    I had gone back to Butte, Montana in August of 2019 to do a wedding photo shoot. It was that next following weekend that I heard of my Aunt Sharon's passing away.