Susan Whallon Meeks
Bio
I am the youngest out of three daughters'. I am married with a step-son. Anything earned money wise by writing on here, I would like to save up for a college fund and help me provide for my family more.
Stories (3/0)
How to Cope with the Death of a Loved One
With April coming up, it has been nine years since my dad passed away from a tragic automobile accident. It's not been an easy nine years. Some days are worse than others, especially around the holidays. That's when it seems to be the hardest.
By Susan Whallon Meeks6 years ago in Families
Family Importance
Someone once told me, that life gets harder as you get older. That someone was my dad. This April will be nine years since my dad passed away. I am not going to lie, I miss my dad everyday. Some days, I miss him more than ever. I do wish during some of my hard times that he was still here. I know that he could and would give me some advice, that would only drive me to where I know that I should be at in life. My oldest sister moved from Indiana to Kansas last summer, with her son. I miss them so much that it hurts and I wish that they were still here. I know that they are doing well there, so I am happy for them. I just wish that missing them didn't hurt so bad. My niece, who turned 21 in December, I miss her terribly. I was a big part of her and her brother's life for almost six years, while their mom was driving a semi over the road. I know that they are only going to get older and fend for themselves, but sometimes I wish that they were those little kids again. At times I wish that I too was still a little girl on that farm working on cars and tractors with my dad. How did things go from good to worse in only a matter of minutes, or a matter of seconds? I never had said that I ever hated my dad. I did my mom, but that one day changed after my dad passed away. I realized how wrong I was to feel that way about my mom, and I wished that I could have taken it all back on everything bad that I had ever said to her and about her while I was growing up. One doesn't realize the damage to the other person, even if it is a parent, that it can cause. If I knew then what I know now, I would have never ever said anything so degrading towards my mom. I know how bad my mom is now next to when I was a kid, and I wish that I could have treated her better and even talk to her better than I had. I do love my mom. She has alcoholic dementia. I don't like to watch her go through the things she had and will be in the future. I knew while growing up how important family was, but I know it so much more now. If I hear one child say that they hate their mom or dad, I do say something, "One day they aren't going to be here and you will regret that one day." I just hope that a teenager will read something like this one day, and realize the importance of family. I know that some people haven't had to go through what I have in my life, but I know some people have it worse off than I do. My life has always been complicated. Three years ago I got married, so I ended up with a step-son. I feel like he was my actual son. To me, he may as well be my son. Especially as much as I do to care for this child. I know that he may never call me mom, but to know what I do for him, is good enough for me. I would love to have a baby before my biological time clock decides to fully quit on me. I have a feeling that I am going to need a doctor's help on this, on why I have never ended up pregnant. Even if I am not ever able to carry a baby of my own, at least I do know that I have my step-son. I love that boy, but there are times that I want to pull my hair out or go crazy, but that's what goes along with parenthood. I know the craziness my parents went through with my two older sisters and I. I don't want to know who will pass away next, but the one thing I do know, that I will not be ready for it. I have never dealt with death very well, not even now. I know how important my family is, and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world!! I would love to extend my family, but sometimes it's a easier said than done, kind of thing.
By Susan Whallon Meeks6 years ago in Families
Sisters Till the End
This picture is just from this past Christmas. Do I hate my sisters? Sometimes. Is there ever time that I feel that I need my sisters? A lot. Do I have a lot of love for both of my sisters? Yes! Us 3 girls grew up on a farm of 40 acres. So, if we ever felt to get a way from each other, sometimes wasn't always possible. Even with that much land. That's because we would follow one another out there in the wilderness of the farm. There is were I learned that family come first no matter what. That my sisters were my very first friends. Friends that I loved yet didn't always see eye to eye with. They are my sisters. I do love them with all of my heart. Even if there are times that we don't talk, and times that we don't see each other. The love is still there. My oldest sister is the one that I was always closest to growing up to, and if I ever had a problem, she was always there to listen and give me advice. The middle sister, she never gave me advice, she would gripe about every little thing that I was doing wrong at that time, or gripe about my problem even today what I would be doing wrong. Tell me which sister would be the best bet to talk to in bad times. Don't worry, I'll wait.
By Susan Whallon Meeks6 years ago in Families