Memoirs: Death of a parent

by Dora Jones

Everyone whom knew my father knew him as a very proud man. He was a bus driver for 38yrs, in Adelaide South Australia. He was also a very private man, whom never let anyone know what he was about, but those who knew him re...read more

by Kelly Miller

The day will be tatooed upon my memory for the rest of my life. January 14, 1983. There are some things that an eighteen year old woman should not have to deal with. To be told by a gesture from an older woman who had no r...read more

by Rob Kunik

The front row was reserved for my family. My brother sat four seats to the right. The consummate professional in his Class A uniform. I can't remember what my mother and two sisters were wearing, or even what they looke...read more

by Cindy Thrasher

It was a nippy day in January and my mother was dying. The tumor in her lung that had lain miraculously dormant for a decade had abruptly come alive and begun to grow, complicating her already fragile respiratory system. ...read more

by Roberta Beechey

Clichs. Life is full of clichs. Why bother using them? They're useless space fillers and mean nothing to anyone. They comfort nobody. You don't understand. You DON'T know how I feel. So pleaseno more! Just be quiet. ...read more

by Colleen Keller

In her final days, my mother became obsessed with the idea of buying me new shoes. I've always been hard on footwear. As a toddler, I was tightly laced into orthopaedic shoes held together by a short metal bar in the h...read more

by Roger Poole

ONE FOR YOU AND ONE FOR ME. by R. F. POOLE I put my hands on the work surface in Mom's kitchen and leaned forward to look out of the window. The overnight rain had stopped and the sky had cleared. I thought how muc...read more

by Willie Mann

It seems not so long ago, the day an exceptional woman, my mother died. In truth it's been 19 years and still I so vividly remember the day of her passing. She was a dichotomy in so many ways; she was an atheist, but one o...read more

by Nancy Browne

My father died at the beginning of my eighth grade. I had just turned thirteen, a young and sheltered thirteen year old, who knew nothing of death. I have only fleeting images of the service. My mother's swollen eyes were...read more

by bblock

I was over 40, when I took care of my mom. I was a nursing assistant for over 20 years and had always told mom that I would take care of her and not put her in a nursing home. I was very adamant about that! She agreed! On...read more

by Teri Anne

It's always hard to lost anyone you love in death. I lost my mother five years ago and it seems like it was just yesterday. She had a car wreck and ended up in the hospital due to some more problems. My only sister had die...read more

by Sherry Wachter

The Language of Our Hands Every family has its traditions; this is ours. From the time the first of us kids drove the battered blue Vista Cruiser to college, our every visit home has ended with my father changing the oi...read more

by Ian Black

History had been abosultely dire yet again: Mr. Heachcroft had once again, burdened us with the fact that learning about World War 2 and the Nazi regime, was the most important aspect of British History, hence, why we had ...read more

by Carol Nissenbaum

Goodbye, Darling My mother is propped up in the hospital bed, suddenly an old woman. The fever that has gripped her has aged her in just a few days. The cords in her neck stand out in harsh relief. Her mouth is clos...read more

by Deanne Phillips

"I'll always be in your heart." Whenever we had to be apart, those tender words would be spoken by my dad, as he would delicately point to my heart. My first school trip out of state. Summer camp. College that took m...read more

by amy perry

The last time I saw my father we had a huge arguement over something petty. It ended when I stormed off crying with my little boy shouting "I'm just going to kill myself then and no one will notice I've gone!" Unbeknown t...read more

by Michael Murphy

I never got to say goodbye to my father before he died. Although the doctor said he could hear us and every once in a while it seemed like he squeezed my hand, I'll never know for sure if he ever heard me tell him that I ...read more

by Cathy Griffith

Losing a parent to death,This is a hard thing to even imagine,you tend to go about life,your every day hassles and you somehow just assume your parents will always be there,that when yo...read more

by Donna Fuller

Death of a Patriarch On June 10, 1997, my mother returned home from work, discovered that she had forgotten her house keys and rang the doorbell repeatedly. My father, retired for several years, was home but never came...read more

by Camisha Williams-Ferguson

Death Came Bearing Gifts Is it the father who helps create the child or is that the daddy? Avoiding that question was always my specialty. Questions about my dad, where he was or how he fit into my life were nothing ...read more