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.
I’ll Take Care of You
Annie pushed her chocolate brown hair out of her eyes for the hundredth time regretting cutting bangs into her hair a few months back. She sat in the hospital waiting room while the doctor ran tests on her husband, Mark. “What is taking them so long?” She said aloud looking away from the tv and craning her neck in the direction of his room. She brought Mark in after his cold had gotten worse and he’d become short of breath. They assumed it was nothing serious but wanted to get checked out just in case it was the Coronavirus. Dr. Gamble walked towards her with a somber look on her face and all of a sudden chills spread over her entire body. She knew.
By Stephanie Peterson5 years ago in Families
The Lowliest of Animals
A loud thud resounded off the brick buildings that rose menacingly over Main Street, followed by the echoes of wretched mumbling. A rat stopped its late-night search for food when it heard the sounds. It shook its head; the scene was all too familiar to the lowliest of animals.
By Ashley Maureena 5 years ago in Families
Our red table
That was our table. All shiny and red and exciting but if you looked closely, you would see the cheap plastic falling apart in the corners, one of the legs was wobbly and it was placed close to the door. I remember feeling annoyed at the blast of cold air that would hit our face when someone walked into the café. Come to think of it, the table was much like you and me. But, it was our table and that was all that mattered to me in those days. I can’t really remember why we picked that particular table on our first date. We just did and after that, that drafty old corner became ours. Do you remember that you touched me first sitting at that very table? You sort of sneaked your hand to pick up the plate and when your fingers grazed mine, you let them remain there for a moment before drawing them away. I remember the silent blush that rose up your cheeks when that happened. But, we were just sixteen then. What did we know of love really?...
By Ramya Sethuraman5 years ago in Families
Her World
A lifetime of love and care to the man she met as a boy. He was world for so long that she could not remember a time when he was not in the center of it. They met in high school. Those were the times when women did not have the choices they did today. It was pre-written that she was to find a husband, have babies, and take care of her family. The fight for women’s equality had made big strides, but there was still a long way to go. It would not have made a difference to her anyway. She would have chosen him. She would have chosen the same life because of her love for him.
By Shirley Meadows5 years ago in Families
The Truth You Hid From Me
The Truth You Hid From Me By: Brandon I should have seen the signs. When I think back towards our time together, I realize now how obvious the signs were. But at the time, when I held you in my arms, all I could see was our future together. Do you remember that time I took you to the beach? It was your first time ever seeing the ocean. I remember thinking that day that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. If I had to guess, you felt the same way back then. It feels like so many lifetimes ago now. What happened? What changed in us? Remember how you looked into my eyes with such love and appreciation? Why did all of that change?
By Otaku Waifu Owo5 years ago in Families
The Piece
The music echoed around the empty cathedral, resonating from the deeply rich wood of the exquisite cello. Note upon note, tumbling, twisting and turning in the air, fluidly intermingling with her tears as she played the piece. It was beautiful. In fact more than beautiful, it was intriguing.
By Lydia Mallison-Jones5 years ago in Families
Beneath the Clay
Under the Clay The universe was out of kilter. I was coming to Tennessee to say goodbye to my dear mother … three years late. It was unconscionable that she had slipped through my fingers into the red earth while I was three thousand miles away. Damn that pandemic! Damn my illness that followed. A preacher saying words at the cemetery promised to Face Time the service. But there was no signal at the graveside. Painful silence and a blank screen in Seattle. It was as if I had gone from the beloved … to the nothing.
By J Michael Jones5 years ago in Families
Rob Me
My mornings aren't usually as gloomy as they are today, but today's a weird day already anyway. I'm laying in bed still, and I look over at him and he's so beautiful when he sleeps, so I quietly swing my legs over the bed and put my robe on to start my day off.
By Kaitlin Anderson5 years ago in Families
Live, when you are alive
It appeared as if it was just yesterday when the whole thing happened. A wave of an uncontrollable force smashed and took everything out in a minute. A minute that tumbled her life and vaporized her in such a speed that nothing else mattered, just survival. Survival for her elderly mother, daughter and more than anything else - her son.
By Ravimanivasagan K5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Gift
Today has been the most difficult day of my life. I sit here with swollen wet eyes, weighted mind, stricken with grief so bleak my heart beats up through to my ears. I say goodbye to my dear sweet grand-mama Pearl. I rest my hand upon her body and I whisper my love. I close my eyes and think of her. She was warm, comforting, the blood line of my lineage, the artery that pumped life into our family. Every Sunday without fail, our bellies, our stuffed gloated egos, and the be-it-all to never miss me souls would feast on her labored felt nourishment. Her song was her food, that she so lovingly and graciously prepared for her family. She offered in full force without resistance, refusing help from all the younger women. Those women in the family that really just wanted a mere glimpse of her culinary sorcery. Every delicately, perfectly, beautifully crafted home dish that enveloped her passion and exemplified her roots. She cooked with heart, with love so deep you could taste it with every home soaked golden buttery bite.
By Laticia Blaine Hequembourg5 years ago in Families
