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.

Blood and Asphalt
The sky is black and speckled with thousands of gleaming stars that sparkle like diamonds. The air is crisp and silent with a slight chill, like Death’s fingertips inching up your back. There’s a stretch of black with four perpendicular lines, two yellow tracing the spine of the road and two white on the outer sides. Other than the cobalt neon glow from a gas station sign and one lone sepia toned streetlamp, this stretch of Highway 108 is dim and dingy. There is a hum from the tires that reverberates in the cabin of a silver Jeep Cherokee, barely audible over the soft purr of the engine. The Jeep glides through the brisk night air like a gleaming arrow. In the backseat there is a boy, he is not quite a teenager. His head lolls like a pendulum as he fades in and out of consciousness from the long drive home.
By Leif Voss5 years ago in Families
How Ben Died
Ben and I loved each other with a fire so red hot that nothing could extinguish the flame we held for one another. We married young, teenagers, playing house and making the most of our incredibly blessed lives. We honeymooned in Australia in Port Douglas. A magical place, just North of Cairns and adjacent to The Great Barrier Reef; possibly the most magical destination on Earth. The years that followed were bliss. A perfect symphony of love, laughter, leisure and lust.
By Sarah5 years ago in Families
Loved ones gone, but never forgotten
Ever find yourself thinking about a random memory? Perhaps something you haven't thought about in years? A familiar sound or an all too familiar smell. Something will always bring back that one memory that hurts your heart just a little bit, but then its followed by the memory that makes you laugh and remember all the reasons why you loved them so much.
By brianna trevino5 years ago in Families
Dear heart
Dear heart Be honest with yourself. As this year comes to an end. The tragedies it brought with it will now cease. The turmoil you felt when your heart broke. On more than a dozen occasions this year. The last few months alone. The promise you made to yourself of never letting anyone come close to this cage around you. Yet it was worth jeopardising your whole principle?
By Emrae5 years ago in Families
In My Head
I remember the saddest day of my life. Everything was as usual for the start of my day. As I wipe the sleep out of my eyes from the night before. The first thought that invaded my mind was; “That’s right I still have a shot!” I run to the bathroom and shove it in and oh my God that feels awesome! Well we’ll see how good Tina is to me by tonight.
By Sirena Sparks5 years ago in Families
Two Fires
During Fire Trailer 12 From my memory, I was young enough to care about things I did not know could be replaced. I estimate I may have been between 2 and 4 years old.
By Yuley B5 years ago in Families
A suicide survivors story
It was December 17th and it was brisk outside. I had come home in the morning after working the overnight shift at Mcdonalds. I was a Shift Manager at the time. At the time it was just a normal day for me going through the motions. I took a shower, grabbed a snack and sat down to watch some TV before bedtime. I didn't want to work the following night, but I had to. A co-worker said he would cover for me if I wanted to stay home and at the time I didn't know I would need it.
By claire roco5 years ago in Families
How 2020 Built Me
As most of you know, COVID started back in February & March. I, like a lot of people though the whole thing was a hoax, or political ploy, honestly, a part of me still does. My whole life started changing before I could crack my next joke about it, when my husband started coughing. That's when shit got real. He coughed for a week, cough syrup & steroid medications didn't help; he just kept getting worst.
By Courtney Bowling5 years ago in Families
Celebrate Life, Not Death
Death is part of life, but why do we get so worked up over it? I’m not talking about religiously; I’m talking about just the idea of death. Our reaction to it is over the top at times.
By D. D Bartholomew5 years ago in Families
Mothers Letters
LETTER 1 I’m the lady with the dead baby. It’s okay, I’m allowed to be so blunt because it’s my truth. The truth I live with every single day. I am the lady whose baby died. One day my baby was living and the next day he was gone. That is what happened. It doesn’t offend me if you acknowledge this. It’s actually nice someone takes an interest.
By someone special5 years ago in Families
Baby's Daddy
I remember the first time we met. You were at my brother Tony's jouse in Spring Valley with your brother Herold. I went to my brothers house that day to do my laundry. You were in the garage sitting with my brother drinking a beer and I think smoking weed but I could be wrong about that. You flirted a little. I didn’t think anything about it. Later after I got home Tony called me and said “You know Bobby and Herold that were at my place? They both think your pretty. Which one can I give your number to”. I giggled and asked what they said “Herold said you have big boobs and Bob asked if her could have your number”. I told Tony to grant Bobby’s request. It took you a few days but he called me. He asked me out on a date. At the time I had a 3 year old son and was a single mom. I told him I’d have to find a sitter so he offered to come to my house and bring dinner “you like pizza don’t you”. I said yes I do but my hips seemed to like it more. Lol.
By Deanna Straup5 years ago in Families
Rest in peace Dad
I do clearly remember when I was 6 years old on a sunny morning in our front yard while my mother and father was gardening that I decided to get a broom stick, stood on a chair and starting singing my lungs out in the tune of Tie A Yellow Ribbon and told myself and my parents that someday, I will be a great performer.
By Cecile and Mighty Torrente5 years ago in Families