My wife and mum

riage is still very young actually few months gone but then, I'm the only surviving child of my mom, I lost my

hospital chair, listening to my mom cry and holding her hand as we anxiously listened for my dad's last breath, he died. Being the first one to not

rieving the loss of my dad for myself, I was grieving the loss for my mom and my sibling. It's one thing to have a family memb

e coming back? Am I going to seeing him again someday, now I get it, he have gone to Heaven to be with the Lord. As I usually s

ed sadness, but none of us had the answers to "Where do I go from here?" or "When am I allowed to try being

some clarity. I needed someone or something to tell me what to expect. I knew people my age had been through this, but I had no idea why no one was talki

ughter walking down the street, or a dad his son of my age playing. I can't help but get sad when I achieve little things I know my dad would be proud of, like coming first in

fter my father's death I was 9 , My Uncle suddenly woke me

I said as I struggled to open my eyes cause I was still sleepy and not fully awake. He held

family members, I was scared and Shocked to my bones because the last

is my

happenin

alien and desperately waited to hear my answer. And right then I k

angled whisper, he told me that my bro

and time seiz

e would tell me that this was all some big mistake, or a big joke

of his eye, like wax from a candle dripping slowly down his face, and I kn

ak to Mommy. To ask her what was going on. Who were all these strange guests? Why was everyone talking so quietly? It was all so confusing, so frightening. All I

No

God

agai

en??

l the happiness and laughter inside of me sort of...fly away, and a black, ugly feeling crept in. It spread itself o

ar me and I cried. I called out to God with all my might, again and again.

uldn't be that Big Ben had left me all alone a

tired to cry anymore wou

oped, I waited. But He never did bring him b

y all I had left were some fad