sibling loss

Wellness
Sometimes I do still feel utterly alone. And sometimes I need to talk to those few people whose experience most closely resembles mine. But I know how many levels of connection wait for me to discover whenever I need them.
Women
It's the last concrete remnant of my nuclear family.
GPS for the Soul
The family of four has been cut in half in two months.
Wellness
The more I communicate with people about grief, the more I see how each experience is as individual as a snowflake
Wellness
Your birth is a fact, so this day is still your birthday. It will always be your birthday. No one can take it away from you or from all of us who love you. But the day has irrevocably changed for us.
Parenting
I grew up believing that I was a replacement child, for I was given life after another child lost his: a brother my family loved and missed, and whose absence cast an obvious shadow over my grieving mother's heart.
Wellness
Thank you, Flight Cadet Ensign Paul Chaplitsky, for your service. Although your training ended much too soon, you continue to serve still, as your story and your family teach us lessons in how to live.
Wellness
I am working now on surrendering to this new world, attempting to understand it, one moment at a time. If you know one of my tribe -- people who have lost siblings -- be kind when we seem confused and unsure of ourselves.
Wellness
To my fellow bereaved: If you need more of the whole story about someone you loved and lost, consider asking for it. Unexpected colors can add new, rich dimensions to your memory -- and, perhaps, fill in some of the empty space in your heart.
Wellness
I can't speak for them, or for anyone else, but when my sense of the natural order of things left, I acquired the heaviness of grief... and an immense amount of fear. Now that nothing makes sense, I am afraid of everything.
Wellness
Then my brother and only sibling was killed at the age of 46 by a drunk driver, and my life was turned upside down. In the
Wellness
I am supposed to be your sister for the duration of our lives. I am not supposed to tell funny stories about when we were kids at your funeral. I am not supposed to sit on the cold ground, peering into a giant hole at a casket we chose for you out of a brochure. On February 19, 2015, our worst-case scenario became a reality.
Books
Today Jack would've turned 16. Had he not been swept up by a flooding creek in a friend's backyard in September of 2011, Jack would be with his mom and dad, sister and cousins and friends tonight, celebrating his sweet 16.
Wellness
I lost my Mom when I was seven so I have known since then, just how disorderly life can be. She was there one day and gone the next.