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My identity is intertwined with being a good daughter to my mother because she sacrificed everything to me and her selflessness is what motivated to go on living. My mother was an immigrant who left her family and her role as a housewife to come to Canada and provide a better future for her children. After the divorce, she worked harder than anyone else I know in order to provide a life for myself and my brother. She had no choice but to be strong and determined without a husband…
ContinueAdded by Casey on May 8, 2014 at 6:00pm — No Comments
My child, my child I miss you
This anguish I cannot bear
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Added by Jacqueline Mckamey on May 7, 2014 at 12:07am — No Comments
A bit about me, I'm 47, married with no children (other than the fur kind). I live in western Massachusetts with my husband, and my older brother. My father was diagnosed with throat cancer in May, 2013, went through radiation and chemo, but it had metastasized to his liver and lungs before it was killed off in his throat. My dad lived with us and I was his primary care giver - he passed away on April 3, 2014. On April 29, 2014, my mother, who lives around the corner from me, was…
ContinueLord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I
may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we…
ContinueAdded by Diana, Grief Recovery Coach on May 5, 2014 at 1:59pm — 1 Comment
Today I took a plunge into freezing cold water to raise money for a gal I don't know who has brain cancer. I'm not sure what came over me to do such a crazy thing. When I was a little girl I was sitting in a lake near our home and the current came and washed me away. I remember going under for the last time when my big brother came and held me up by my hair until my dad could come and rescue me. I have since been afraid of moving water. I'll never forget that awful feeling of drowning. I…
ContinueAdded by anne on May 4, 2014 at 9:49pm — No Comments
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