Crystal 's Illumination Of Crystal

Later on in the year, Morgan was expecting. We hadn’t even realized that she was pregnant, we honestly just thought she was stress eating. She gave birth in late August at dawn to seven adorable puppies. Unfortunately, some of them didn’t make it through the night. She had lost three puppies that night, and I know that it hurt her. She became very protective of her pups after that. Sadly we couldn’t keep all these puppies, so we had to give them away. And one by one they were given to new

As Keller (2011) argued, children suffer what is called ambiguous loss when they have a guardian that suffers substance abuse and is physically or psychologically absent. This is a relational problem that occurs when there is no set ritual or public validation for the loss felt. The activities that Trenise associated with a family became nonexistent, as her oldest two siblings became the ones responsible for feeding her. Her attachments and social networks were disrupted upon entry into foster care, and abruptly one day she goes home to her mother, significantly older. Trenise has not properly developed a sense of identity and has not properly grieved her feelings. Even though she loves her mother, there is confusion in her role as to what she thinks and feels, as she struggles to socialize in her environment.

Her name is Erin, and her story doesn’t begin tonight. Her story actually began a week ago while she was sitting on her bed. It was her birthday and she had just turned seven. She was busy going through the contents of an old shoe box, and she was crying. In her hand, she held a photograph of her and her mother. They were in their backyard next to a rose garden, and her mother had her arms around her, holding her tightly. Erin remembered every moment of that day. How the sunlight warmed her skin, the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the air, the rhythmical buzzing of a humming bird’s wings that had flown into the yard only fleetingly right before her father had taken the picture. That day was two years ago now, and seventeen months before ovarian cancer had taken her

Everything was perfect, there was her father, her mother and her, just the way it should've been. Until one tragic night when her whole world came crashing down.

“Your mother and I are getting divorced. This does not change how much we each love the two of you. Things around here will be changing but our love for you both does not.” Immediately after I heard those first seven words, I ran down the hallway to my room and slammed the door behind me. I had no idea how the two people I loved

When I asked about other vital events in amber's life, she told me about the struggles she had after being permanently kicked out at age 18. Amber was a mix of emotions while talking, Her voice was dripping with regret,” When I moved out on my own, That was when my anxiety started showing. All these mood swings, and I had no clue what was happening.” Her unknown anxiety disorder left her with more than just a couple panic attacks. While trying to cope with her emotions, she tried many harmful methods to help exterminate the hatred she felt towards herself and the world. Her voice was once again soft while speaking, her eyes were distant, “medicine, drinking, cutting my wrists, all because I was trying to cope with the fact that I was alone.” I was in utter shock. The person who loved and raised me dealt with so much hatred in her life.She told me that her trouble with depression and anxiety were not demolished as soon as she felt love with my dad, so I asked what did help her get better. She looked at me and my sister with affection and strongly stated, “you and Ellen made me realize there was something to live for, that was the reason I did not act on those suicidal thoughts.” Still to this day she fights some painful battles with depression and anxiety, but she is still a fully functioning mother, and she tries her hardest to make sure my sister and I grow up

It was okay in the beginning, I’d befriended her daughter Heather because she was so close in age, and it was nice, like having a sleepover every night. Derrick’s girlfriend though, was okay at first but I’d begun to notice how my home was changing. I didn’t have a bed, I shared my thin foam mat with a girl I barely knew, we never had food in the house and we definitely weren’t allowed to eat without permission, my pets weren’t allowed inside the house, and suddenly we were supposed to be a family, but I’d never felt so alienated in my own home til they came along. Eventually I grew tired and much too distraught to hold on any longer, our father-daughter relationship was slipping through the cracks of a broken family. I remember my last day with him, parts of it so vivid and others not so much, I remember the agony of sitting in my closet, feeling alone and abandoned, I sobbed so hard that I felt nauseas, I’d been calling out, screaming for him to notice me, to care that I was broken inside, but he’d left me there. I grabbed all my all the belongings I could stuff into one bag and left, that afternoon I was exhausted crying myself to

I reached down to pick Elaine up off Krista, her body was limp and cool to the touch. I knew she was gone. I held her close to my chest rocking her back and forth, holding her ever so tight, when the statue she made me when we got married, fell out of her left hand. The inscription read----- No one knows what tomorrow holds, so make the most of every moment together. Love you, Love me. My heart was raw, raw with pain that I had never felt before; the loss of my life, my partner, my only

It is 3:27am and she’s crying again. This is the fourth time this week, and it is only Tuesday. I feel bad for her, so much that my wish to have a voice of my own may break this macaroni orange bottle that I am forced to call my home. But I cannot speak; instead, she speaks to me. She holds me and plays with me between her index finger and thumb and whispers. She says I am her only friend; she begs me to help her, and expresses that there is only 86 more days until summer. I see it in her eyes and I feel it in her breath - she has failed.

When I was a very young child, my mom died. It was an accident, or, at least, that’s what my dad always told me. I never quite believed it, but I knew better than to push it at that time. Because I had a sister to support – Samantha. She was four years younger than me, and she was my responsibility from the very beginning. Or so my father tried to convince me. I was always to be taking care of Sammy – Sammy came first. Everything was about her, but I could tell her nothing.

I was getting ready for school tomorrow and I had made a miniature bed for chubs in the kitchen earlier that day. he was looking more dried out since the visit. my mom's friends had left a good 30 minutes ago they stopped by to see what is going on and to socialize of course, seeing the Bed I Made Chubbs they said goodbye to him and gave him a abundant amount of lovins. Around 10:05 p.m. I had got everything ready for bed and I gave chubbs a hug and kiss, telling i loved him before i went to bed. But what I didn't know that would be his last goodbye… October 16th 5:15 a.m. My mom woke me up and told me the news.. Chubbs has passed away. As she spoke those words it struck me like a bullet into my heart, Shattering my emotions like a glass mirror. after she had said that I quickly rushed into the kitchen. and I saw the lifeless corpse of my beloved cat. My first instinct was to take a picture with my Ipod, doing so I have took the picture and put the device away. Coming back to his corpse it struck me harder than a glass window being struck by a hammer.I got on my knees my face covered by the cold hard truth of what I had happened. being thrown into a pit list void of isolation depression, I didn't know what to do. only had one instinct to do which was cry. my parents also being shocked of the passing hugged each other in remorse. The lesson i've learned is that don't be attach yourself to someone to long. I have been hurt to long . This is dedicated to my first cat

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

She had brought a pizza and sodas for us. We went into wash up and eat. Turned to Lucy and asked, how long are you planning to stay here?” “About three weeks”, she said. I can’t totally explain it, but something happened in those three weeks. It was like having my old friend back again. Lucy told me that Jane wished she could have seen her mother before she died. But her husband always said he needed her help to run the store. The real reason was that he had had a problem with alcohol for many years. Although he did stop drinking when Lucy was born, he always felt that Jane’s mother wouldn’t accept him. I told Lucy that her grandmother had wished they all would move back to her house.

That living and loving strong was once her parents. They always stayed involved with each other trusting their love to carry them throughout their lives. They were so compassionate, communicative, and got through conflicts quietly and privately. They loved each other immensely. “Now to your temporary home, your loft will be ready for use tomorrow afternoon. I’ll meet you there after your shift is over.”

Everything was perfect, until the accident that changed our lives. Our dad left us when we were little. We don’t have any memory of reconcile of him. He left one night and never came back. It was just me, Melody, and Moma. When Daddy left, Moma wouldn’t do anything but play the old song she said that Daddy loved to play. Shortly after that, she started playing other songs, we would dance around the sittin’ room every night after supper. Moma playing the piano and Melody and I moving in on the carpeted floor.