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.
Unfaithful
I had been feeling very uneasy for the past few weeks. I kept having the feeling that something was just not right in my marriage. My husband, Ross, had seemed distant lately, always busy with things at work or he would start claiming to have plans with friends. But I couldn't just shake off the feeling that he was not being honest with me.
By Somer Kelly3 years ago in Families
Praying for Miracles and Saying Goodbye
Twelve hours can change everything. On November 12th, 2019, my mom passed away from complications caused by CLL(Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia). After 22 months with CLL, she had one bad day. One bad day, twelve hours in the hospital, and then she left to meet her heavenly Father and see the face of Jesus. Fourteen days later it still seems so hard to believe that everything changed so fast. How did we get from a diagnosis with a chronic condition to saying good-bye?
By Dawn Beauchamp3 years ago in Families
My Journey Through the NICU
In the heart of Nairobi City, amidst the whirlwind of life‘s chaos, lives a woman named Caroline (myself). My spirit radiates warmth and resilience, yet beneath my smile, I carry the weight of unspeakable loss. My journey is one of unwavering love and profound heartache, a journey that led me to the doors of the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU).
By Caroline Tama3 years ago in Families
Notes on my first public appearance.
Photo by Redd F on Unsplash It felt weird to not write anything of consequence last week, after consistently writing for eleven weeks now (this is my twelfth, which feels like a milestone of sorts.) It was nice to just be present, to enjoy the time exploring San Diego with my husband, and to just check out from things for a few days, but it still felt weird, and I felt a little bit guilty. I don’t know where the guilt came from since I don’t technically owe anyone anything, I don’t have an editor or a deadline, and my two-piece a week goal is strictly for myself, but maybe it is because I felt like I was letting myself down a bit or not taking my weekly steps to doing this professionally or reaching my goals. Maybe I just felt like I was letting all of my five paid subscribers down by not providing content that they paid for (even though my five paid subscribers are my mom, my dad, my sister, my aunt and my husband and I think they would all forgive me and still love me even if I never wrote another thing ever again- but seriously, how do I get more paid subscriptions here?!) Maybe I just am taking this journey seriously because I want it so badly, and taking a week off feels like I’m not applying myself. But here I am, and I feel rested, my brain feels fresh, it is the astrological New Year, so onward we go, and it feels like things are about to get much, much easier, even if I don’t quite know how yet.
By Morgan Oliver3 years ago in Families
Motherhood and Grief: A Mirror
The space in which you exist that is your life-after-giving-birth, I've learned, is really a lot like living in grief. But no one tells you that. Maybe most don't even see it. Or maybe it just sounds ungrateful or sad, or too confusing to say out loud. I don't mean that it is like grief in the way that we feel, but rather it mirrors grief in the way other people treat us, as mothers to infants.
By Hanna Taylor3 years ago in Families
Count Basil
For whatever reason, some stories beckon to be told, retold, over and over again; perhaps the residue of our memories brings back laughter from a place that stores our tears as well; a time when all seemed easy, or easier than now. The complexities of nostalgia circle around us yearning, tugging like children on our shirtsleeves to play; irresistible reminders from far away, yet familiar as the return of March. If we are as lucky as the Irish, the season of renewal rolls around once more. Why this memory; I don't know.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Families
Whispers
Waken in the dark, a lingering thought of a dream I've already forgotten, still stuck in my mind. Floating down around the darkness of my mind. One after another. Some are happy, dancing and twirling and insisting on being looked at, others lazily floating to the ground.
By Lee Naylor3 years ago in Families



