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.
Visits from Grandpa: My Heartfelt Encounters in Dreams.
A few months after my grandpa passed away, we were in deep sorrow. He was such a kind and down-to-earth person. My words cannot express my emotions right now but he was loved by everyone laughing, and smiling all the time. My grandpa used to find ways to make a good family get-together...
A Mother's Love
I had just flown in that morning from Washington. ~ My mother’s recovery at the nursing home was slow, but it was still progressing and her health was improving. I felt that the trip I’d planned almost a year ago to see a friend would be ok. Mom was ok with it; my brother and aunt would be able to visit each day. I was at a northeastern tribal art exhibit in Vancouver with my friend John when I got the call.
Barb DukemanPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesWeathering The Storms
Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside me. My hand clutched the positive pregnancy test, the two pink lines mocking me with the promise of a future that now felt impossibly bleak. I'd always dreamed of children, but not now, not with my husband deployed overseas. The joy of motherhood felt tainted by the fear of facing it alone.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesThe Lullaby Legacy
The rain hammered a relentless rhythm on the hospice roof, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart. Beside me, tucked under threadbare blankets, lay my grandfather, Leo. His once vibrant green eyes were dimmed, his normally robust frame frail and still. Yet, his weathered hand remained clasped in mine, a testament to a love story etched in wrinkles and worn thin by time.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesAn Open Letter to the Father I Never Knew - So Close and Yet So Far Away
Dear Dad, Dear . . . not sure what to write here . . . what to call you . . . absent father, maybe? But you have been . . . you are . . . so much less . . . and so much more.
Donna L. Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)Published 2 months ago in FamiliesThe Long Goodbye
The light bar on the police car parked in front of our house was still flashing, as I pulled up in my airport rental car wondering what on earth had happened now. Leaving my luggage and rushing inside, I found two police officers taking a statement from my disheveled mother. One gently took me aside to fill me in.
Donna L. Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)Published 2 months ago in FamiliesWillow Creek
Willow Creek End of a beginning It was a late Sunday afternoon in Willow Creek, Fall was upon the little town, as all the leaves was falling off the trees and winter slowly creeping closer. Down the street of Dragonfly Dr lived the Dawson family. Down the main hall in the house where they lived was a 10-year-old boy named Dylan sitting in the hallway near his mother’s room. They told him to wait in there while the doctor was busy inside the main room of the house where his mother Rose was laying sick on the bed. She has been diagnosed with late-stage leukemia a few months ago and ever since they found out she had leukemia it was hard on their family. Rose was everything to Dylan, she was the kindest loving mother and she always loved to bake cookies for Dylan school. She always told Dylan to follow his dreams and that he must believe in himself. “Dylan “The house butler called to him softly, Dylan looked up and wiped the tears of his cold soar cheeks, Victor joins him on the couch, “Is my mommy going to be okay Dylan asked to Victor, Victor left a heavy sigh and looked down to him, he could see the boy was terrified and his eyes were flowing with tears. “I don’t know, “said Victor.
joelien GerberPublished 2 months ago in Families- Top Story - February 2024
Return of the Stay at Home Dad
My daughter’s mother, my ex, died. The funeral was to happen in 48 hours. I scrambled to find the quickest way back to Minnesota from Bali, Indonesia. I told my daughter to do her best with the funeral arrangements until I arrived.
Arlo HenningsPublished 2 months ago in Families 48 Days Alone in The Nevada Wilderness—The Miraculous Survival of Rita Chretien
Rita Chretien and her husband, Albert Chretien were going to Las Vegas for a trade show when the GPS they were using steered them in the wrong direction.
Rare StoriesPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesFamily is the world ❤️❤️
Today, Deepti was in a restless mood at the shop throughout the day. There was turmoil in the mind. While leaving the house in the morning, mother i.e. Deepti's mother-in-law had said in a low voice that she understood very well the meaning of her daughter coming home early in the evening and her coming home early. That's why she remained restless the whole day. Bela next to her also interrupted her two-three times, “What's the matter Deepti? Why are you looking so sad today?”
RAJEEV VERMAPublished 2 months ago in Families- First Place in Love Unraveled Challenge
Love
Leah never stopped moving. Even when she was standing still, you could feel the restlessness in her bones. She’d shift in place, tap her finger, jiggle her leg. She was a hurricane wrapped in tanned, freckled skin, a perpetual motion machine in human form. Everything was to excess. She ran like the wind, laughed at everything. She drank like a fish, cursed like a sailor. She lived life to the fullest, all day, every day, and she never once got tired.
Shadows of the past
The trust Tinu had placed in Uncle Dilly, along with the respect she had for him as a guardian and mentor, was shattered in those moments. Frozen in shock and disbelief, Tinu couldn't understand how the man who had been her savior had become the source of her deepest pain.
Marc LinahPublished 2 months ago in Families