Earlier this year my Grandmother died from lung cancer. It was very hard on me because she practically raised me. She was my mother, grandmother, and my best friend. She did a lot for me as I got older. She was the sweetest thing on the earth. Months later I still am sad about her death but the hardest thing I feel is going to be is thanksgiving and other holidays. Thanksgiving, especially I would help her make apple pies. It was a yearly tradition. Now that she is gone, I guess I have to continue the tradition even if it chokes me up a little. Grandparents are hard to let go when it is their time, especially when they are close. I believe everyone should be grateful of the time that they have with all the elderly people that they have in their family. You never know how difficult it may be to be without them. So enjoy Thanksgiving with the elderly in your family. It is wonderful that they are there.
- Tatiana
Archive for the ‘Family’ Category
Thanksgiving with your Family
Sunday, November 13th, 2011
Traditional Family
Sunday, October 23rd, 2011
Now that the presidential election is coming up, we start to hear the phrase “traditional family” repeated more often. But what is it, in the first place? People tend to be nostalgic to things of the past, so much that they exaggerate their importance, their brains distort the details of those ideas to fit with people’s idealization. American families have never been happier than today. If one is nostalgic about the family of 30, 50 or 70 years ago, one must have forgotten the high child birth mortality rate and the lack of medical advancement to cure many of our diseases. One must have forgotten too, that people use to work longer hours, thus although the “traditional” family may sound cozy, it is not. Parents today have spent more time with their kids than ever before, thanks to the fact that families are now smaller and our living standard has improved. Despite many myths about divorce, high school delinquency rate has been at its lowest. So when certain politicians demagogue the values of a modern family and point finger to something of the past, it’s time to question if they are suffering any sort of Dementia, or Alzheimer’s.
- Phy
Release
Wednesday, October 19th, 2011
I recall when I was in group counseling, I meet a distinct group of teens that were all from shy, to energetic. This group was for those that were sexually assaulted or molested. In my case I was sexually abused by 3 family members at the age of 6. Each story was different, and each story was told. Each one of us spoke of being scared, sad, depressed, and very uncomfortable about opening up about it. It took me until I was 13 years old to speak up openly about the incident. I was extremely affected by it, and it took a lot of effort to stand up to it. For a long time, I was in abusive relationships looking for attention and some compassion. I didn’t realize that I was engaged in such relationships that I would deny of being treated in such a way. In the end I learned to get away from it. The counseling did help, but wasn’t enough. It took much work for me to realize the amount of effects of having to be sexually abused did to me.
- Stefannie
My Parents’ Divorce
Monday, October 17th, 2011
When I was 6 I remember when my parents were in the middle of a divorce. I didn’t know what a divorce was, so I didn’t understand that my mom was leaving. I didn’t know they were going to get separated, I had no idea what was going, and I was left under my father’s care. I can’t recall much but I do recall that he was barely there to watch after me. I don’t know where he went or what he did, but I do know one thing, he left me under my cousin’s care and that was a huge mistake. In the months that I was stuck with them alone, they would take advantage of me. It all started when I was watching movies; they came and lay down near me. One of them took me to another room. Soon enough I was undressed and he was doing what he was pleased with. It hurt, and I didn’t know what was happening. It went on like this for many months, and it was always the same. The same 3 that came and used me, they would make me promise not to tell anyone. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t question it, so I went along with it. Many months after this I was finally reunited with my mom and that is when I spoke of it again. She spoke with my father and he didn’t believe it. I don’t know if he ever did.
- Stefannie