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Your stories is a space where you can read stories, narratives, poems and creative expressions contributed by bereaved individuals who want to share insights from their own grief journey. If you are interested in submitting a short narrative or creative piece for inclusion on the website, click here for further information.
My beloved husband Ray died earlier this year following a long period of ill-health from asbestosis and mild dementia. I was privileged to be able to care for him at home until he died, and I will always be grateful for what I learned from him and with him in our last months together.
The call has come, my grandmother who raised me has passed. When my mother died, it was she who stepped in, put her life on hold just as she had done to raise her own two children, and embarked on the journey once again for me.
The article, 'Grief and the Body' in the autumn issue of The Rosemary Branch resonated with me. I decided to write about the rarely mentioned sport of Golf Croquet and how it supports the self-care tips of exercising, being involved in social interaction and doing activities that bring pleasure.
I remember his strong laughter; I remember his devotion to being an older brother; I remember he lived life, had many adventures
The dust from a thousand solo dances lives on the mantelpiece, in places where the dust-cloth doesn’t reach, tumbleweeds of dog hair gather and meet under the couch, multiplying every week.
I miss my Mum so much, it churns me up inside, I wish I could be with her, where our two worlds can collide.
The hardest story, to tell someone, is about a lady, who I call Mum.
It’s gone over the one year now that I lost my sister the worst way how, she took her life one fatal night and ever since then things haven’t been right
I’ve grappled and battled with what is this grief and what it means to be left behind bereaved
Around this time last year I wrote an article for The Rosemary Branch about my Mother's death. I called it 'My Journey'. In that article I recalled my experience of bereavement and the way I processed my Mother's passing. One year on I think the time is right to write another article about where I am in this process now.
This is the picture that my six-year-old son, Matthias, drew when I asked him to draw a picture about his feelings about his great grandmother (YiaYia 2) who passed away 15 months ago.
I'm 16 year old Shel Abela. The idea for this piece came to me after losing my sister two years ago as of November 5th, from Cystic Fibrosis. i have always had a passion for knowing what lies "after death" so I decided to write all about the questions I have and my opinion on the matter. I hope you enjoy my piece.
Within hours of her death we stood in huddled mass attempting to understand the truth of the situation. Stories were told and anecdotes swapped as each of us attempted the futile task of filling the chasm of her loss with tales of the minutia from her days and the structure of her life.
If I let my shadow self take over, I would collapse in a messy jelly 'n' bone heap on the floor like some discarded, tasteless stew.
My language was initially raw, "My wife is dead" I repeated, reliving the actuality until the reality was concrete. As the weeks became months my words in turn reflected a growing acceptance, as I would answer "My wife has died".
Rory had just turned 19 when he died of bone cancer. This poem was read at Rory's funeral - written and spoken by his mother.
My mother passed away in 2008 and the occasion was the source of great sadness for me. In fact, I would go so far as to say it was the greatest pain I've ever felt in my life (and I'm now 50).
There are three rules of Cancer Club: 1. Have a party 2. Buy some shoes and 3. Go on a holiday. This is how we lived, because cancer is not about death, it is about living. Live you must when your mortality is challenged. And live we did.
- Submitting your story
- Grief Insights
- Losing Our Parents
- Golf Croquet
- My Life Without Eric
- Nothing Much Changes At My House
- I Miss Her
- A Hard Story
- Could Bear No More
- Love is Stronger than a Death
- Yia Yia 2
- A Dreaded Topic
- Where Our Vocabulary Follows
- The Grief Iceberg
- Learning to Say the Unsayable
- He is Gone
- My Journey
- The Three Rules of Cancer Club