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.
Echoes of Love:
Every morning, I wake up to a world that feels emptier without him. Hugo, my faithful and furry best friend, was more than just a pet – he was a constant presence, a source of boundless joy, and a confidant who never judged. Losing him left a void in my heart that I struggle to fill.
Love Regret
In the bustling city of Riverside, a sense of anticipation lingered in the air as a renowned art exhibition was about to commence. Among the elegant attendees was Isabella, a talented painter whose work had garnered international acclaim. With each brushstroke, she poured her emotions onto the canvas, expressing a depth of feeling that resonated with art enthusiasts worldwide.
aman aroraPublished 9 months ago in FamiliesLetters to my daughters
I see you. I see you everywhere. I feel you everywhere, Mothers and Daughters. On tv, in books, on cards at the grocery store, and all the cute quotes on the internet. I see parents and daughters every day in person. I see a family playing at the park all filled with smiles, I see a dad and daughter having breakfast across from me at a restaurant, I see the mother peacefully holding her child in line at the store …I see them…I see you…I see us. It hurts. There isn’t a day you’re not on my mind or that my heart doesn’t ache that you’re not here with me.
Tressa RosePublished 9 months ago in FamiliesLeaving Hope Behind
My great-grandmother, Cristiana Coppa, and her four daughters, one heavy with child, climbed gingerly up the slimy ladders of steerage section in the White Star Line's Ship, RMS Romanic, stated to be the fastest in the fleet. Her son-in-law, Antonio Putano, had heard they were approaching the dock at Boston Harbor and roused them all to join him on the deck to see, for the first time, their new homeland, America.
Tina D'AngeloPublished 9 months ago in FamiliesHow George Pickering Fought for His Son's Life
“Hey, we need the police stat, to the hospital. We have a family member with a gun.” This was the emergency call made by a staff member at Tomball Regional Medical Center on the day George Pickering of Pinehurst, Tex., became enraged and brandished a 9mm handgun while standing next to his son's hospital bed.
Rare StoriesPublished 9 months ago in FamiliesTHE STORY OF A WOMAN WITH DIABETES AND OTHERS PREGNANT
My name is Regina Cantun, I am 38 years old, I am DIABETIC and I am pregnant. Three months before I got pregnant I was diagnosed with diabetes and was just beginning to learn about it and how it affected my body when I found out I was pregnant. I was so excited! I was incredibly happy! Until I went to the fertility doctor, who told me: 'You must control your diabetes. Your numbers need to improve or your child will have birth defects. I was in shock. She had been trying for a baby for over five years and was hoping to enjoy the good news for a while.
Aleyda PeñaPublished 9 months ago in FamiliesSocial Security update: Direct check worth up to $4,555 goes out to millions in two days
Millions of retirees will receive their first August Social Security check, worth up to $4,555 for people who delay their retirement until they are in their 70s, in less than a week. Others will receive a check too, just less than number aforementioned.
Jason BarilPublished 9 months ago in FamiliesSad Thoughts
It started with Fluffette, a dwarf kitten I was trying to keep alive. And I did, for almost a month. In the end, her little body was just too underdeveloped and she began to suffer. And I don't allow things to suffer if I can help it...
Hope MartinPublished 9 months ago in FamiliesCrimson Tears
In the embrace of a world cloaked in perpetual grayness, Elara stood alone—a fragile fragment of the joy she once embodied. Her life became a delicate balance on the edge of despair, where her heart became a battleground, pitting her inner demons against her faltering spirit. Elara, once a wellspring of creativity and vitality, now clung to her artwork as a lifeline, a tenuous thread of hope amid the engulfing darkness. Her eyes, once ablaze with dreams, had dimmed into an abyss of ceaseless sorrow.
I want to call my mum.
It would take me many thousands of words to sufficiently explain my relationship with my mother, so I won’t. Suffice to say, for the last few years of her life I would visit her for an hour or two every month or so and that was pretty much the extent of it. An occasional text or call between visits, but that’s it. It was a loving relationship, just very strained by far too many reasons to discuss now, that's possible a story for another time.
Alice ElizabethPublished 9 months ago in FamiliesEternal Echoes of Love Part 1
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the peaceful meadow. Emma sat on a weathered bench, her fingers tracing the pages of the old leather-bound book resting in her lap. She gazed out at the tranquil scene before her – the meadow dotted with wildflowers, the distant hills painted with hues of orange and purple.
Chukwuemeka OyeniPublished 9 months ago in FamiliesTHE Wrecked Commitment
Sometime in the distant past, an Indian tracker fabricated himself a house in an extraordinary timberland, far away from all his clan, for his heart was delicate and kind, and he was exhausted of the foul play and savage deeds of the people who had been his companions. So he left them and took his better half and three youngsters, and they traveled on until they tracked down a spot close to an unmistakable stream, where they started to chop down trees and prepare their wigwam. For the majority of the years, they resided calmly and joyfully in this protected spot, never leaving it but to chase the wild creatures, which served them both for food and garments. Finally, notwithstanding, the tough man felt wiped out, and after a short time, he realized he should kick the bucket. So he gathered his family around him and said his final words to them. 'You, my better half, the friend of my days, will follow me until many moons have wound down to the island of the fortunate. In any case, as far as you might be concerned, O my kids, whose lives have nevertheless recently started, the mischievousness, horribleness, and thanklessness from which I escaped are before you. However, I will go accordingly in harmony, my kids, assuming that you will guarantee to generally adore one another and never spurn your most youthful sibling.
Emmanuel CheesemanPublished 9 months ago in Families