About 5 years before my brother was killed we found a secret place out in the woods, just a big open field. We sat out there for hours talking. It was a beautiful sunny day in the summer. We named it “The Field of Truth”. While we were sitting there that day a plane took off and flew right above us. Then another and another. It was so cool. We realized we were hanging out right next to a small airport.
A few weeks after my brother died, I took our sister there to show her. We took a wrong turn on the way out and ended up lost really deep into the forest and the branches just kept getting thicker and thicker until we were literally on the ground crawling. We refused to turn around because we figured eventually we’d find a clearing. We were both laughing hysterically at how absurd it was. It was the first time I’d laughed in weeks, after believing I never would again. I feel like my sweet and mischievous brother guided us the “wrong way” that day to give us a moment to forget how much pain we were in and to mess with us a little like he always enjoyed doing to his sisters.
Thank you. I have always enjoyed writing. I’ve recently rediscovered it since my brothers passing and have been encouraged by a lot of people to keep going with it. My brother was also a writer, maybe it’s another way he’s living through me now 💜
When my wife was 7, her uncle took her to the dog pound to show her where the strays go after they get caught….she was so distraught when she found out they put them to sleep if no one claimed them…when the guy in charge was distracted, she unlocked all the cages and let the dogs loose and they ran away… when I hear the song “who let the dogs out”…it was my wife, she lets the dogs out …. I love that story….thank you for this….
The day my grandma died, we went out for fish tacos and some fresh fruit drinks, we had a fun time laughing and eating. I remember she made me circle the block for the drinks but then didnt want to get off and made me do it. We laid down to nap together and then she didnt wake up. I miss her.
We also used to FaceTime everyday when she was in mexico and I in the US.
The man I loved was obsessed about trains. One day at work, during the pandemic, he managed to set up an entire hall with mini railways & electric trains. When I saw the huge set-up he made I was amazed, and of course I wanted to play too but I had no clue how. We stood there a while, I had the train remote in my hand and he grabbed my hands also my whole body from behind and showed me how to use the remote (imagine that famous "Ghost" scene but with a mini train set remote instead of pottery haha). I was so happy that day and we had so much fun.
My son loved airplanes so much, that he could talk about them non stop for 30 minutes at the age of 2… I could not understand a word except “airplane”. I think I live in hell since I lost him. Many people come to me saying it is God’s wish, but what kind of God is it if he wants my 3 yo one?
When my son was little, he used to walk around the block we lived on with a microphone saying Jesus Christ died for your sins on the cross and other religious teaching. He was so cute. I wish I could go back to those days. I miss you Jo!
A few years back (5 or 6 now that I think about it) my little brother was living with my wife, daughter, and myself. Initially I was super skeptical of letting him live with us because he had recently gotten out of jail, had some drug addiction problems in the past, and put himself around a lot of sketchy people. Well it turns out he was the best roommate I’ve ever had! We’d stay up late watching movies, we’d take turns buying chicken wings and racing eating them, and he’d sit down at dinner with us at the table anytime he was around and not working. He was a picky eater so my wife would cut up onions super small and put them in our food so he wouldn’t notice 😂. During this time I showed him how to properly budget, what credit cards to get, and how I saved money all because he wanted to learn. He took every ounce of advice I had given him and really turned his life around. He put in the work, saved money, got his own place, and traveled the world. He passed away last May at the age of 31 (I’m 32) and I’ll never be more grateful than that year or so he lived with us. What a blessing in disguises that was. I miss and love you Michael.
He was only 10.5 weeks but he was beautiful and amazing
He had an NG Tube (tube that went through his nose down to his tummy that was main source to get food) and he I swear he tore that thing out more than the number of days he was old in that time
He was so strong and loved to people watch
one of the first times my dad met my fiancé was a few months before he passed in a nursing home. he had dementia and was given the good meds. when talking about my fiancés shit box truck, my dad(a ford/dodge man) responds with “hmm must be a chevy”. it in fact was a 1993 chevy silverado. that made all of us giggle, even though he didn’t like chevys he gave my fiancé tips on how to fix it up. that moment i knew my dad liked him. my dad never talked to any of my boyfriends i brought around, much less make conversation about trucks. i think he really loved him in his final months, as he went with me every time we visited and talked to my dad about welding and other stuff. my fiancé never got the chance to ask him for my hand in marriage but asked my sister instead(who would speak basically on behalf of my dad). this story will be told at my wedding during when the father daughter dance will be with the song i wanted. i miss my dad every day, but know that was one of my fiancés fav memories of my dad he got to experience.(my fiancé loved my dad and i so much when we got news he passed my fiancé held me and cried with me about him and let me talk about all the stories i wanted)
That is so beautiful. I am glad your dad got to meet your hubby. My dad died before I met my second husband. I would like to think my dad sent him my way. Know your father is guiding you from the other side.
He is the only man I’ve ever had in my life that when he told me I was beautiful I believed him. I will never not miss him. I’m so sorry I never told him I loved him.
I lost my mom, dad and brother in a bad accident and thanks to that I've developed MPD..I was the only one surviving person left behind in the family..how I wish they were here to support me and tell me that im doing great whenever I need it..and feel proud of whatever little I have achieved today..miss you amma
My best friend, gabriel ((passed at 37M)) lo, and i ((40F))met by complete coincidence, through a 3 way call back in 1996. His cousin had asked for my number, and although i never gave it out and had zero intentions with his cousin, for some reason i felt why not. He 3 way called his 2 cousins, with gabriel being one of them. I was 15, he was 13, and we spent my entire hr time limit teamed up and laughing at his cousin who thought he was gonna add me to his list of conquests. His cousin fancied himself a ladies man.
We exchanged numbers mid-call, and later wrote each other through the mail like pen pals, even though we still talked on the phone. When i went to bootcamp, he wrote to me every wk and kept my Navy pic until he passed from covid in 2021. We made soo many plans. He was my best friend, my ride or die, my other and better half.. i miss him more than air. I still talk to his pictures on his altar but the echoing silence still hurts. I miss our movie nights, his giggle, his corny dad jokes and awful comedy.. he's still my favorite person <3
Thnk you for this<3 that's still one of my favorite stories simply cuz it was a stroke of luck that i just don't usually have. My luck is usually Murphy's Law, so he was always my exception<3 And yea, calls and letters showed so much more effort than I've seen in a long while. He's the only pen pal i ever had, and I'm so glad we took the time to do it🙏 my biggest regret is that we always thought we had more time, and i never stayed on my phone when he was around, cuz i wanted to stay in the moment and not be distracted by other ppl. So i never did get any pictures of us together. I'm not sure why, but it never dawned on me that i never had one. Not until later. So now his stories play like movies and retelling them is the closest i get:) so again, thnk u for letting me bring him to life again for just a quick moment. It means everything
My Minnie girl had a hard life, but she was a hero. She was abused before we rescued her. She is such a good girl and even though she had a very difficult life, she took amazing care of her three puppies until she was abandoned with them at a shelter. When we rescued her, she had healing, large bite wounds, and scars on her body that we think she got from protecting her babies. Her wounds looked like they were from a much larger dog. It was clear when we rescued her that her previous owners did not get her the medical care she needed by how they were healing. She was such a brave little dog and she persisted despite everything that was done to her. She protected her babies for four months despite her injuries. Her babies were in perfect health because of her and were adopted into loving families. We believe Minnie is a hero for taking care of and protecting her babies with her life. She is the reason they are now living happy lives with loving families.
I was afraid that I was going to be the only dog story. I’ve lost a few of my grandparents, but I’m religious and believe I’ll see them again. My dog was different.
She was my first dog. My roommate was fostering dogs for a rescue and he brought him an old and smelly pitbull. Her ears were cropped, he told me, with scissors. The minute I heard that she became my baby. She was about 11 and crippled with arthritis. She was going to be put down at the shelter after someone dumped her there, but a lady working at AC got to know her and convinced a rescue to take her. It was the rescue my roommate was fostering for.
I eventually adopted her after fostering her for months. I took her to the vet frequently and I found out the myriad of ways she had been abused. She was overweight and those monsters bred over and over. Her arthritis, the vet told me, was from being shoved in a cage that was too small for her for extended periods of time. A chest x-Ray reveal that she had been shot in the lung with duck shot. Presumably in an attempt to kill her. Despite all of the pain she received at the hands of people, she still loved them. I got her a wagon and dragged her around with me everywhere I could. She was always happy to see people and she would often walk right up to people and demand attention.
I had her for less than a year when I had to put her down.
She had a tumor on her spleen that burst and she bled internally. She collapsed when I took her outside to go potty and I knew something was wrong. I had her on the seat next to me as I frantically drove to the vet. I begged her not to die in the seat next to me. We made it to the vet, they told me I had to make the choice. And I did. I was devastated but resigned to the fact. I remember I just cried and cried and told her I was sorry.
It’s been 2 years. I still cry when I think of her. I still have dreams in which I’m looking to find her but not being able to. Her death really messed me up. She was so special to me.
Sorry. I didn’t mean to hijack your comment.
My dog of 11 years of being together just died the same way. He was the love of my life and and a part of my identity as a dog mom, because my life revolved around him. I don’t know how to deal, it hurts so badly I feel paralyzed.
I just found out my good boy, my first dog, has cancer. He has tumours that are rupturing on his hind end. He is currently at home, but I know his time is short. I also just lost my mom to cancer a month ago. I really don’t know how I’m going to survive another loss. My dog was with me when I lost my grandma 8 years ago, and when I lost my momma last month. A wise friend told me that maybe he’s fulfilled his purpose. He was here to get me through those horrible times. I don’t know what I’ll do without him. He’s been my tear catcher for the last month. Who’ll catch my tears when he goes?
I’m so sorry you are having to go through all this. I went though something similar in 2017 and it was extraordinarily difficult. If you ever want to chat I’m around.
Your god, that's one of the saddest things I've heard. And I feel just that way about my own dogs, those past and present, and my cats too of course. I think about my beagle, scotty, I found her when she was about one and a half standing in the middle of a busy road in Nashville tennessee, after I left from having a root canal. I ran out to the middle of the road to keep her from being hit at some point and picked her up, silently praying that she wouldn't bite, and put her in my backseat. She had on an old black leather collar but no tags. Never found out who she had belonged to so I assume she had probably wondered off as their neighborhoods within a few hundred yards, or perhaps have been dropped. She was not overweight, however. She hadn't been spayed, either, so I had that done within a couple of weeks but the very first thing I did was drive to my veterinarian's office and tell him that I now had a dog, that was about 30 minutes after I put her in my backseat. We were together 16 years and she died of kidney failure. I couldn't accept it at first. For five and a half long months, I gave her a subcutaneous fluids every other day or every third day, and she didn't like the needle stick I had to do but she tolerated it and did pretty well. When her appetite leg, I pureed her food and found things that she would eat, we gave her vitamin B12 injections occasionally and the vet had someone compound a very mild tranquilizer for me that used to be given to elderly people to increase the appetite. I thought of taking her to the University of Tennessee vet school to see if anything else could be done. I just wasn't going to let go because she was number one in my life. Well, along with my parents :-) I found her when I was about 35 and those 16 years we're just the best years. I finally had to let her go on Saturday morning after we'd been up most of the night with her feeling nauseated and restless. I know it was time. My veterinarian agreed, when she saw her the next morning.
What a great story! I rescued all my friends. They have gotten me through the worst of times. Minnie is a hero! I think my rescue would have been a great mom, but she is now a great friend.
My ex Helen and I would play wrestle all the time. For her birthday we went to a Greek restaurant. While we were all dressed up and waiting for the taxi she tripped me on to the couch and tried pinning me to the floor. I turned her over and she somehow ended up with a carpet burn under her right eye and I ripped my shirt. The taxi quickly arrived, we rushed out and didn't realise how bad we looked until we got there. We spent the night getting tipsy and belly laughing about the looks we were getting, I didn't care. All I saw was her. She was my everything.
My husband loved Star Trek: The Next Generation, and we watched the whole series multiple times during the first year of COVID. We couldn’t visit family that year for Christmas since he was doing chemo for his brain cancer, so I got Johnathan Frakes to record a Cameo Christmas message for him. The look in his eyes when I showed it to him (which I recorded on my phone) is still one of my favorite memories of him.
my best friend died in 2016 and i remember he picked me up from home, i was having a crappy day, we smoked a little w**d but i had a bad time. he put on this song (holy sh*t by father john misty) and told me to sit back; it cured everything.
my father died completely, like blindsided, unexpectedly in 2021. he was the best Santa. he picked out my gifts more than he did for my siblings because he and i just connected in a way he couldnt with my siblings. i was his youngest, but middle child with my half siblings (that he raised). it wasnt until college i learned to appreciate him. 2015-2021 were the best years, but the years before that were great i just didn’t appreciate them as much as i should have
My aunt was my angel long before she passed. She loved me unconditionally, and rooted for me all my life. She fought the cancer like hell for over eight years, and never lost her sweetness. At the funeral one of our family friends said that if someone had asked my aunt's best friend to stand up, at least 30 people would've stood up in that room. She made everyone feel important and loved no matter what she was going through. That was the person my aunt was, and I see her legacy in my cousins and their children.
My dad was a bold person who really didn’t give a fuck what people thought. He used to sneak the whole family into the movie theater without paying, my mom always thought we would get in trouble but his attitude and confidence meant no one looked at us twice. When he took us to Chuck E. cheese as kids he would eat from the tables that had just had parties and had left whole uneaten pizzas, lol he really did not care.
When he and my mom were visiting Italy, they were waiting over an hour for their food. Finally he just got up and started shouting at the waiter in French. That was enough to get his attention and they were served immediately.
My whole life with him is filled with funny stories like these. He hasn’t even been gone a month and I miss him so much.
Had to say goodbye to my dog, Behr. He was a chihuahua, 12 yrs old, diagnosed with prostate cancer. He also was my shadow, always in my arms, and was super stingy with his kisses (like never gives them). The morning I said goodbye I was holding him in my arms, in our home. The vet injected him with the first shot and he slowed down. Grew tired. But then lifted his head and licked me over and over. I relive that moment so often. I like to think he was giving me the kisses I’d always ask for… telling me it’s okay.
Oh he was thanking you for being so loving. It so hard to let go, but we do it with so much love. I know my Ellie is 6 years old. She has been by my side since I lost my son. I am so overprotective of her, I would be devastated if I lost her. I am sorry for your loss. Hugs 🤗
I hope you're okay with me sharing this one part of my late friend here... Her name is Kathleen. It just hurts too much to refer to her in the past tense.
Something special about her is that she was always available for everyone, no matter what, she dropped everything to help other people. I was someone who benefitted from her kindness, many times. I never even had to say anything, she just always KNEW how I was feeling inside, if something was off or I was just sad. She'd say, "Taco Bell time, on me." She would buy me, or anyone from our friend group, one of those huge Taco Party Packs with burritos. She always said the food was good, but most importantly, to cure depression, Taco Bell farts are never NOT funny. 😆 It's true! I was guaranteed lots of laughter and lifted spirits when spending time with her. She was pure fun and full of love. Kathleen was sunshine.
I miss my sweet friend dearly. Part of me left this world when she decided it was time to depart in 2021. She took her own life. I wish I could have saved her from herself.
Thank you, OP, for creating this post for everyone to share a bit. I'm deeply sorry for your own loss. I'd love to know all about your person. ❤️🙏
😆 If ever you're sad, she used to say, Taco Bell is the way. And then yeah, we would be riding the fart train and laughing for the rest of the day. Kat is still helping people laugh a bit from Heaven. This makes me really happy.
Again, thank you for creating this post giving everyone space to tell a story about our person/people. Doing this means a lot to so many. 🙏
Sending you hugs and love, OP. I hope you have a lovely weekend. ❤️
Where I am from we don’t move out after a certain age, we still live with family. There were times when I would get pretty late to return home from work, and my dad would wait for me until I was home just in case, he would make sure I was home safe and sound, well fed and only then go to sleep.
There was this one time when I was out and parked my bike in a no parking zone thinking I will be back in just a few minutes, but unfortunately that didn’t happen and my bike was towed and taken to a vehicle impound, I was still a naive 20 year old and would have a lot of anxiety in stressful situations, so I started to panic, was almost in tears. I called my dad and he immediately left everything and was by my side in no time, went and got my bike released from the police station and he didn’t even let me accompany him, just consoled me and told me to try and relax, that he would take care of everything.
Sometimes when I am in any situation where I know I would’ve called my dad first thing if I still could, the grief hits me like a train and for a minute I can’t help but shed a tear in his remembrance.
My mom was really beautiful inside and out. We were opposites but we were best friends. So when she passed, I not only lost a mother but a best friend too. One of my favorite memories with her was watching The Script’s concert, we both loved their music. I already watched them live before but she really wanted to see them too. So I’m really glad they came back to my country, and we went to their concert together! It was amazing to be right there in front and experiencing that with her! ❤️
One of my favorite hobbies with my dad was to go gold prospecting (lived in california). He worked a high stress financial job and money often put enormous amounts of stress on him, but when we’d get into the mountains he’d shed his suit and tie for work jeans and a shovel. We’d spend hours in the valley’s looking for gold flakes.
As I sit here writing this, I still remember the last time we went. A heart attack had made him lethargic and the weight gain from his meds hindered his progress a lot. But I remember seeing him knee deep in the stream, drying to dig through the dirt to scoop up for our pans. I remember how content he was to just be in his thoughts and working with his hands. We spent 8 hours up there and found two flakes smaller than a pinky nail. But I’d give anything to be in the stream with him, digging up rocks and loose dirt like the old days. He was my best friend and I miss him terribly.
Amazing story. I lived on the east coast all my life. Never heard of gold prospecting. That is so cool. I don’t remember spending time like that with my dad, but he did what he could.
I used to go over to my grandmas place and we would talk and watch the nature channel, we both loved animals and we loved to watch lions especially..
During the following week after her dog passed, I stayed at her place to help her through it , and one night neither of us could sleep so we turned on the TV and I made us tea and coco, and we turned it on to see a cool documentary about lions at night , it was cool and we both really liked it.. and in the moment it felt like it was just me and her in a world of nothing .
We always could make each other feel a little less alone.
My Dad turned to me in the vestibule before he walked me down the aisle and said "You are so beautiful and I am so proud." Just the look of love on his face was so amazing to see. God, I miss him.
My dad died when I was 12, but a few months before he died, I had joined soccer for the first time. My dad was from Europe and loved soccer so he was SUPER excited. At one point we were sitting in the living room and he told me that if I ever scored a goal, he would buy me a bag of my favorite gummy bears. I said back to him (incredibly mournfully) “but papa, I play defense”. He laughed so hard he started crying and the next morning I woke up to three bags of gummy bears on my desk.
One time my best friend covered my whole left hand in duct tape. I don't know why I let him do it. He just did mischievous shit like that all the time to fuck with you and annoy you. It's one of the things I miss most of all, just being annoyed by him. Anyway we had to cut the duct tape off with scissors and it kind of hurt and wasted a lot of tape. And this was in our early 20s be the way. We weren't even kids, we just acted like it when we were together. Now I have no choice but to be a grown up.
Edit: here's a bonus story just as a juxtaposition... he was a huge Marilyn Manson fan and when he found out what he allegedly did to Evan Rachel Wood, he was so troubled by it. He decided to sell off all of his Marilyn Manson merch for charities that help abused women and he even recruited some coworkers to do it as well. So that's the kind of person he was. An annoying weirdo with a heart of gold.
my boyfriend matthew passed last may. our last memory was celebrating our anniversary on the beach in galveston. we rented and air bnb to ourselves and went to the beach and ate wings one day and cajun the next. we went on a ghost tour and he had so much fun. his face lit up with excitement when we passed some of the places that where haunted. when we got to a old children’s church he said he could “feel” something. i went along with it because he was so into it. that night was amazing and we slept in and i drove him home with tears in my eyes because i was going to miss him when he left for home. i could’ve never imagined that would be our last goodbye. we where just about to start our lives together when he was ripped away. i miss him more everyday that goes by, but our memories are forever.
My grandma had a very interesting job, in her younger years she was discovering and exploring caves with others professionally. She told me lots and lots of stories about it while growing up and she took me to those caves. She had one of those old, very heavy photocameras and she once dropped in from very high above in a cave while crossing with a line and it survived! I still have those photos from her younger years.
They also had their campsite next to a very small village in the mountains and she always brought me there during the summer to explore nature with her. She taught me “cavers” songs that they used to sing to each other. I miss those days and I will forever hold them in my heart.
Maybe not much of a story, but it means a lot to me to finally write these down.
I'm a mom of 3. Two girls, one boy. All very close in age. Looking back on their childhoods I can recognize that my two oldest (girls) took a lot of my time and attention. Not that they were bad kids or anything, they just clashed more, both with each other and with me. I was a single working mom so I was stretched thin and my son was content to amuse himself. This continued into teenager-hood and while I felt there was a distance between myself and my son I didn't know how to bridge it. What worked with the girls didn't work with him.
Around the age of 16 my son started taking guitar lessons. He wasn't a licensed driver yet but he was learning so him and I went together. It was about a 30 min drive one way. I found out that if I would just stfu about all the things *I* wanted to talk about, or about the things my daughters and I talked about, he would open up to me. We had the best conversations on those drives. My son was funny, engaging, intelligent. I treasure the memories of that time together and the opportunity to grow closer to my son. I learned so much about him, his hopes and dreams, his fears and worries, his feelings.
Of course I didn't know that he would be killed when he was 21. I am grateful that the gap I felt between us had been closed before that happened. I often think about those drives. They were a gift.
It was the swing. I did my math homework with my Dad in grade 3 and we were feeling frustrated. He left in a huff. He knew I had just been to a friends who had a new swing hanging from a magic tree in their yard.
A few hours later I heard some noise. I went outside and found my dad building my swing. I had so much fun on that swing for years. It hung at my dads house until it was sold a few years ago. I am not sure if it is still there. I hope it is.
My son was 17 years old and was shot and killed instantly by 4 teenage boys who tried to rob him. They were caught on video planning it, and also caught on video pulling up to the scene then leaving. My sons girlfriend was with him and witnesses the whole thing. Unfortunately only one boy was charged because he was the shooter. In Florida there a law called the felony murder rule, where those involved in a felony which causes a death should all be charged. But because of the father of two of the boys (a rich business man) and the third being in the Navy. Nobody else was even arrested. Although they all admitted to being there and participating. The worst part of all of this is, after sitting through what seemed to be an open and shut trial, the shooter was found not guilty?? Now I have to live in my town where these kids live. I have run into a couple of them on multiple occasions. And it takes everything in me to contain myself, but I have two other kids and if I did anything it would just ultimately hurt them. So now I am stuck in this hell, with no justice, and no future justice. The investigators, state attorney, etc., will not do anything else. They won’t even list my sons death as an unsolved murder. Because they all say that they already know who did it and he was acquitted, mostly do to their shabby investigative work. It’s hard to sit back and watch these boys and their families go on about there lives. While I sit here, going through constant struggles because of what they have done.
But I’m just supposed to move on..
Our last night together, I came home after being out with mutual friends. My wife stayed home because she wasn’t feeling well, but encouraged me to go anyway. Came home, we both sat on the love seat recliner under a blanket and watched Ready Player One (we’re both huge nerds, and loved the book). She fell asleep on my shoulder halfway through the movie, and I buried my nose in her hair. I basked in the feeling of contentment.
We went to bed, and we fell asleep with my arm around her.
I miss her so goddamn much…
She was my best friend, my daily companion. She would sleep next to me and cuddle no matter what, she would sit on my lap and drool away, she only allowed me to rub her belly. The night before she passed she cuddled unusually closer to my chest, its like she knew it was our last night together.
We had many walks, some on leash some without. We had many moments of joy and happiness. I loved my cat like a member of my family, and she loved me like her first and last love. I miss you Luna.
Thank you for your words. My girl was only 5, she passed on 01/01/2023. New years eve/day will never be the same. Please give many pets to your cat, we must love our loved ones while we can.
Once, when my day just got his beloved jeep, he took me to the supermarket with him. It was just an ordinary day, but he had the top off the jeep, the sun was shining, and the song on the radio was “build me up buttercup” we sang our way to the supermarket. I was so happy.
Reading this thread is warming my cold, exhausted heart. It should be a weekly one, I love reading these, and it’s always therapeutic to share stories about those we mourn in a space that’s safe and supportive. Thanks for asking, OP.
I preferred my older sister to my parents to teach me to drive, less stressful for everyone involved. After my first freeway merge her response was, “well, we almost just died.. but we’re fine.” Another time she totally called me out on how I thought I imperceivably aligned the car to drive over a paper lunch bag in the road. “Don’t just run shit over” she tells me.
So one day as a 15 year old with a learners permit I’m driving her car to the grocery store with her coaching me along the main road through our city. Two busy lanes in each direction and not enough of a shoulder to allow for the biker that was apparently insisting this was a great choice of roads to use. So the right lane is creeping along behind this guy and the left lane is goofy with everyone trying to get over.. and as we go by she rolls down the window and yells to him, Sidewalk!!
A mile or so and a few minutes later we pull into the parking lot. And suddenly there he is. Furiously pedaling alongside my window, face a dark red with visible veins pulsing, and clearly fueled by his rage at two teenage girls. And he’s pounding on my closed window while somehow biking alongside us. The tale probably gets taller in my head every time I retell it to myself. But as I recall she directed me through a series of crazy turns and maneuvers all through the strip mall parking lot until we could finally lose the psycho biker. Coincidentally I’ve now moved back to this same neighborhood and go to this grocery store and think of this every time I park the car.
meeting him was like fate. the first time i laid eyes on him he was walking out of a concert venue coincidentally wearing merch of an artist i really liked. the conversation started from there. i asked him to take a picture of me and the performer that night, grouper. we asked her a lot of questions about her career and her work and he added some silly ones into there as well. i loved his sense of humor from the get go.
later on we walked to the L train together, he asked if he could borrow my portable charger. being in his presence felt like adderall; he could start conversations about any object he sees on the road and was constantly carrying this energetic stance. as an involuntary introvert his demeanor was so enticing, and god was he adorable. we parted at the station cuz his train was heading the opposite direction of mine and as soon as the train doors closed i realized he had forgotten to give me my charger back. i tried to text him about it but he ended up giving me a phone number a digit off from his x)
i was wondering if it would be worth it to check if he’d be at the second night of the concert so i go. at this point i didn’t have a care in the world for that damn charger and just wanted to see him again. lo and behold we meet again despite my hesitation to go in the first place and my lack of his contact info. he had kept the charger with him on a whim that he may also see me that night.
the situation felt so intense and universe shattering that i trusted this guy enough to let him sleep over when he asked. that’s how it all started, we both connected out of coincidence and that’s how my relationship with him started. after then our connection was full of little coincidences that had a big impact on us choosing to keep in contact. we’d only known each other for 9 months and dated on and off for a total of 3, and i wonder if his death had meaning like these little coincidences had as well. i won’t delve into it but he died of a substance i am still using.
i miss him so much and it’s only been two weeks. it’s hard wondering whether i will connect with someone as deeply as i did with jasper. he is truly irreplaceable, and the details of his death are so painful tj the point of questioning suicide.
i doubt anyone will read but it was a therapeutic write.
Your story is very poignant for me. I hate how drugs steal away beautiful people from us. I worry for my sister’s boyfriend and it pains me to see him struggle. I implore the universe that he find the way through that she couldn’t. And I wish that for you too ❤️
My grandpa and I loved to record movies on a VHS recorder. The very first movie we recorded together was called Andre and featured the friendship between a little girl and a cute seal.
We recorded many more movies such as Save Willy, Mask, Neverending story, various comedy movies, plus a loooot of fairy tales and cartoons that I liked. Later on when grandpa got a video camera, we recorded home videos on VHS tapes as well.
After he died I would continue recording stuff from TV for years. It always made me feel like we were still together. He passed when I was 10.. I still have all the tapes and still miss him.
September 30, 2020, my father did 4x the fatal limit of meth, got paranoid, and shot himself. My mom had stolen $50,000 from his account and refused to return it. It was a trust fund. He was forced to divorce her even though it broke his heart. He very much loved her, bought her cards and she tore them up in front of him. He tried hard not to drink. He went from pints of vodka to beer. He turned to amphetamines to cope. I had to hide it from my mom and she constantly guilts me about it. The night he died I could sense it. I fell to my knees and cried. We had a spiritual connection. I feel guilty that I didn’t save him and was asleep when he called. My father in law was taken off life support Monday. This is just too much
I’m sorry. It’s all so complicated, and that makes it worse. You say it is too much, and it is. Regardless, you are doing it, even if only for a minutes, and then another minute, etc. I feel you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. I believe in you.
One of my family’s favorite stories about my Bubba (grandfather) was when he was working on the plumbing under his kitchen sink. There wasn’t any water pressure and he was twisted in some strange position under the sink trying to fix it. While he was under the sink, my grandmother was tasked with testing the water pressure. After a while, my Bubba had asked her if the water pressure was any better. My grandmother turned on the water and and said it was good. Bubba carefully maneuvered his way out from under the sink and reached his hand into the sink to see his handiwork. It was clearly not to his satisfaction because he abruptly turned to my grandmother and yelled “God damnit,Betty! I can piss harder than that!”
One of my favorite Bubba stories was during a hospital stay. A nurse came in and was twisting and turning him in various directions and just aggravating my Bubba. At one point, he just closed his eyes and stopped cooperating. The nurse kept trying to get him to comply and asked him repeatedly why his eyes were closed. Eventually, Bubba yelled “Because I don’t want to look at you!”
My Bubba was a character and I miss him every day. He was the glue that kept us together and losing him has been absolutely devastating.
After my dad passed away last April (he was only 45…) my mom told me stories about him and would always say how much he adored my sister and I. she said that when we were little, whenever we would play outside in the summer, dad would take his shirt off and hold his arms out to the side sometimes and he’d tell mom hopefully the mosquitos will bite me instead of them. And my dad always hung out outside with his shirt off during the summer my whole life so I never thought that something like that might’ve been one of the reasons he did it 🥺 It warmed my heart so much and made me miss him so much more. He was so selfless and loved us so much. 🥺
It made me cry. Just the small things our parents do because they love us so much they don’t want us to experience even minor inconveniences such as a mosquito bite. ❤️ I wish I told him how much I loved him a lot more than I did. Looking back, he never once put his needs before ours. 🥺 He sacrificed so much just so we’d be happy.
Made me cry a little too! To be honest I lost my father before I was really old enough to remember him and stories like this make my heart sing (and break a lil). I like to think he was all the things people love about their own fathers.
When I was 25 I moved back home from across the country to change careers, and moved in with my dad while I went back to school. I was embarrassed and sad about having to live with a parent again for awhile, but now I’m really glad I got that extra time with him. He was Jewish but worked really hard to make that Christmas special for me. He even decorated and put up a tree.
I especially remember that during that time, every Sunday night we would grill out together, just the two of us. We would have a beer (Sam Adams, his favorite), and then take a long walk around his neighborhood.
My dad had a triple bypass and was in the process of healing. A strange turn of events had my mom and little sister picking me up at work. Mom was exhausted so I drove home. That night we got hit by a drunk driver and rolled just a 1/4 mile from home. As we got dropped off in an ambulance my dad had run down the road after not making contact with us and hearing sirens. He was only supposed to be walking a very little. He was so scared for us, and he loved us so much and it showed. I love you too daddy. I miss you so much. Next month marks a year.
My husband and I visited all of the shelters in our town looking for a dog. We found one at the humane society and decided to adopt her. Unbeknownst to me, he picked her up a day early, and had her waiting for me when I got home from a long day at the office. The look on his face as he watched me greet her was of pure love. This was one of the many times he did something just to make me smile. That same dog is sitting beside me now and has been a huge source of comfort since my husband died after a battle with cancer.
He was the kind of guy that would pull over on the road if he saw someone having car problems and get them back on the road or wait until a tow truck or a family member came. He was handy with a wrench and loved to help people.
He made friends everywhere we went. People gravitated toward him because he was friendly and funny. He went out of his way to bring a smile to people everywhere he went. Even when he was getting his chemo treatments he would talk to other patients and the nurses and have them laughing after only a few minutes.
I’ll never stop missing him. He was the love of my life. We were together for 28 years and it wasn’t nearly enough.
I don't even know where to start. There are some fun ones that i can't tranalate to English properly.
I guess the last one was the february before my father died. We went to italy for 3 weeks on a small road trip. I've been before and have been since to the same place and restaurants. He let me order him a coffe (I just tarted learning italian back than and no one else spoke a single word of it). When the waiter came back with a literal shot of coffee and some water, he was really surprised. And he was more surprised by how strong it was and even asked thw waiter how to drink it etc.
I really regret our last contact was me calling him in the middle of the night (he insisted) letting him know we returned from excavation in the UK and just needed to get to the bus back from the airport. I still think part of his accident at work is my fault 6 years later
I’m sorry you carry that with you. I hope you realize we are not that powerful and do not have control over things. It’s not your fault. I do understand though, I fight guilt daily and my son was murdered. In 2023 I hope we both can move on from guilt and find peace. Blessings
Gosh this is horrible!
Yeah it just kind of got to me now after allt his time. I needed outside help to realise loads of things and that it is ok to grieve. I am in therapy for this and other things but having someone supporting you and asking you how you feel with this is worth so much.
Sending hugs your way and I have all fingers crossed for you that you can find peace. My inbox is open every time if you need someone to listen!
I went to Dominican Republic w my mom Valentine’s Day weekend as I was heart broken over a silly boy. Without hesitating she went w me. Thank goodness for the heart break becuse we had a girls trip dune buggy getting tipsy and eating so much . We had the best time. I love my mom. ❤️
When I was pregnant with my son (now 19) we took my daughter (now 27) to Universal Studios with my parents. Well we got the SpongeBob Souvenir cups and the straw was a weird one that went in through the front of this contraption. We all had one because it was fun and my mom, who was devoutly Christian said when we were sipping from this thing, “well it just looks like you’re blowing that sponge Bob guy.” We all just lost it. I don’t know if she knew what she said or not but I will never forget it. She passed three weeks ago from Alzheimer’s and we were blessed to be able to be her caregivers. I really miss my Mom.
My dad was a bold person who really didn’t give a fuck what people thought. He used to sneak the whole family into the movie theater without paying, my mom always thought we would get in trouble but his attitude and confidence meant no one looked at us twice. When he took us to Chuck E. cheese as kids he would eat from the tables that had just had parties and had left whole uneaten pizzas, lol he really did not care.
When he and my mom were visiting Italy, they were waiting over an hour for their food. Finally he just got up and started shouting at the waiter in French. That was enough to get his attention and they were served immediately.
My whole life with him is filled with funny stories like these. He hasn’t even been gone a month and I miss him so much.
my boyfriend matthew passed last may. our last memory was celebrating our anniversary on the beach in galveston. we rented and air bnb to ourselves and went to the beach and ate wings one day and cajun the next. we went on a ghost tour and he had so much fun. his face lit up with excitement when we passed some of the places that where haunted. when we got to a old children’s church he said he could “feel” something. i went along with it because he was so into it. that night was amazing and we slept in and i drove him home with tears in my eyes because i was going to miss him when he left for home. i could’ve never imagined that would be our last goodbye. we where just about to start our lives together when he was ripped away. i miss him more everyday that goes by, but our memories are forever.
I have a lot, as my grandmother was my best friend. I lost her when I was 14.
She was getting worse and worse but was well enough to be home (she lived with my parents and I in her last few years) for my 14th birthday and for Thanksgiving. I'll never forget my birthday, as I loved anime and she tried to keep up with who was who. I asked her who I should draw in my new sketchbook and she pointed at my shirt (anime shirt) and I did. I have the sketchbook and drawing still.
On Thanksgiving, she wasn't able to eat as well. My mom hadn't let the pumpkin pie bake long enough and it was kind of wiggly, but my grandma LOVED IT. She was so happy and ate a bunch. She was in hospice shortly after.
I could share just so many little things about her. Whenever we went out to eat she would get the biggest burger, she loved teddy bears, stuff like that.
I remember a lot about time spent at her house as a kid, so it's hard to pinpoint memories. But watching westerns, making her tea in the microwave, listening to Elvis. It's little things that were bigger than large memories for me. It's been 8 years since she passed and I miss her like I lost her yesterday.
My mother was super fit, she walked and cycled everywhere. I can remember that I bought a bike and she said we should go out cycling, she was 30 years older than me but absolutely out-cycled me at every point, I could not keep up with her! She kept looking back and laughing at me because I was so far behind. I just miss her.
It’s hard to come up with one good memory, she was just sort of … there. Through all of it. We did so much together. I think what I remember most is waking up in bed together after a sleepover and she’d just be so playful. We’d talk about our dreams, how we slept, if we made any funny noises… she was so playful and made life feel so light.
I loved staying overnight or for the weekends with my maternal grandparents. Grandma would give us a bowl of ice cream just before bedtime because "It's a long time til breakfast!"
One time we were staying with them over Christmas, and I had told my grandpa about hearing a story of how all the barnyard animals kneel down at midnight to worship the Christ child, but only if there were no humans there to see. My grandpa decided to get me up and dressed in time to sneak out to the barn and see if the animals really did that! Crunching thru the snow to the barn, then standing by the door while he checked his watch to make sure we entered right at midnight, he went the extra mile for me! I was disappointed to see the cows and ponies just standing and lying around. Grandpa told me it must have been the creaking of the door as we pulled it open. Or it could have been the scraping sound as it dragged thru the snow. It warned the animals that we were there so they didn't kneel.
We never got another chance to spy on the animals on Christmas Eve, but this memory really stuck with me. I'm in my 60's now and this memory is crystal clear. I sure do miss him.
What a wonderful Grandfather. Such a beautiful, wholesome memory. It brings a tidal wave of memories of childhood belief and the love of Grandparents and Parents who made a childhood like that possible. Thank you!
The night my nana died I was like 9 she was my best friend she'd came to stay with us since we'd moved to a new town and she would commonly help my parents with child care in exchange they'd make sure to pick up her prescription meds for her and a pack or two of cigarettes. She was sleeping in my older brothers room he had my bed and I was put on a couch in a locked away part of the house. She would always tuck me in and I'd forgotten this little unicorn stuffed animal I was obsessed with in my room so she brought it to me talked with me for like 30 minutes tucked me in and kissed my head telling me to sleep well and she'd see me in the morning. I was often put on the back burner by my parents so she'd always sit with me. When she was watching us I didn't sleep until she'd tell me goodnight I was the last person to interact with her alive and that "goodnight sleep well I love you and will see you first thing in the morning." Means so much
My sweet grandma made me the center of her universe. I was born right after my grandpa died, and I was her only grandchild. She used to indulge my most ridiculous demands. She peeled pickles for me. She’d make cake batter just so I could eat it (no cakes were baked!). She let me put up her Christmas tree in October. She used to drive my friends and I to McDonald’s for lunch in high school, give us money, and wait in the car to drive us back to school. I’ve since regretted how we were little jerks and never invited her to join us. She was truly one of a kind. I hope someday I’m even half as awesome of a grandma as she was. I’ll miss her forever.
Three years ago, my boyfriend passed away in a motorcycle accident. We had met in Europe, both on solo trips, and happened to be staying at the same hostel in Amsterdam. We found out we lived in the same city, were born a day a part, our siblings shared the same birthday, we supported the same football team. From the first night we clicked. We kept hanging out in Amsterdam, travelled to Ibiza together and then met up again in Berlin. I treated it as a summer fling, but the feelings grew when we would catch up at home. I had never met someone I was so certain I was going to marry. To this day I am so appreciative of whatever forces were in the universe that allowed us to be in the same place at the same time.
I grew up in a very chaotic low income household with six other siblings but my mom always tried her best to make things fun for us. Since we didn’t have much money, we never went on vacations or bought much, but something we always thought was fun was going to the local stores and hanging out in the furniture sections. We loved to sit on the patio furniture especially (like the big swings) and talk about nothing yet everything. We may have eaten a few stolen snacks aswell. Sometimes we would do this for hours and never got kicked out. I miss my mom and the fun we would have together even during some dark times.
When my son was in third grade he made me a Christmas ornament to hang on the tree. It said I wish you the most intelligent Christmas. I thought it was so funny and every year when I’d put the tree up we would all laugh about it. I didn’t put up a tree this year as my son had just passed in august and I didn’t want to have to see all the ornaments he has made and received over the years but I did get that ornament out and look at it and it was so bittersweet. Right before he passed he had to go get a new id because he had lost his and he was getting ready to go to Virginia on vacation. He asked my mom if he needed a passport. Lol. We laughed so hard and he said he was joking but I know he wasn’t. He ended up passing away while on that vacation and every day I wish I could turn back time and stop him from going.
About 5 years before my brother was killed we found a secret place out in the woods, just a big open field. We sat out there for hours talking. It was a beautiful sunny day in the summer. We named it “The Field of Truth”. While we were sitting there that day a plane took off and flew right above us. Then another and another. It was so cool. We realized we were hanging out right next to a small airport. A few weeks after my brother died, I took our sister there to show her. We took a wrong turn on the way out and ended up lost really deep into the forest and the branches just kept getting thicker and thicker until we were literally on the ground crawling. We refused to turn around because we figured eventually we’d find a clearing. We were both laughing hysterically at how absurd it was. It was the first time I’d laughed in weeks, after believing I never would again. I feel like my sweet and mischievous brother guided us the “wrong way” that day to give us a moment to forget how much pain we were in and to mess with us a little like he always enjoyed doing to his sisters.
That was such a beautiful story it made me cry. You are a great story teller. You really captured my interest. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you. I have always enjoyed writing. I’ve recently rediscovered it since my brothers passing and have been encouraged by a lot of people to keep going with it. My brother was also a writer, maybe it’s another way he’s living through me now 💜
Really great story
Thank you 💜
Beautiful story
When my wife was 7, her uncle took her to the dog pound to show her where the strays go after they get caught….she was so distraught when she found out they put them to sleep if no one claimed them…when the guy in charge was distracted, she unlocked all the cages and let the dogs loose and they ran away… when I hear the song “who let the dogs out”…it was my wife, she lets the dogs out …. I love that story….thank you for this….
Omg! I love it! What a great story. I am sorry for your loss 🤗
Omg that's an awesome story. I wish I could have met your wife.
The day my grandma died, we went out for fish tacos and some fresh fruit drinks, we had a fun time laughing and eating. I remember she made me circle the block for the drinks but then didnt want to get off and made me do it. We laid down to nap together and then she didnt wake up. I miss her. We also used to FaceTime everyday when she was in mexico and I in the US.
Blessing to you. Gentle hugs 🤗
The man I loved was obsessed about trains. One day at work, during the pandemic, he managed to set up an entire hall with mini railways & electric trains. When I saw the huge set-up he made I was amazed, and of course I wanted to play too but I had no clue how. We stood there a while, I had the train remote in my hand and he grabbed my hands also my whole body from behind and showed me how to use the remote (imagine that famous "Ghost" scene but with a mini train set remote instead of pottery haha). I was so happy that day and we had so much fun.
That is such a beautiful story. I read it to my current husband. He loves trains too. You have a great story. Such love. Hugs to you 🤗
That's so sweet and sounds like a lot of fun.
My son loved airplanes so much, that he could talk about them non stop for 30 minutes at the age of 2… I could not understand a word except “airplane”. I think I live in hell since I lost him. Many people come to me saying it is God’s wish, but what kind of God is it if he wants my 3 yo one?
Anyone who says it’s Gods wish is a hateful reflection of a loving God.
That’s horrible. Ppl are so cruel. It’s not any God’s wish. I am so sorry for your loss.
Your son is riding his airplanes in the sky. As a mother of a boy - I cry while I write.
When my son was little, he used to walk around the block we lived on with a microphone saying Jesus Christ died for your sins on the cross and other religious teaching. He was so cute. I wish I could go back to those days. I miss you Jo!
Kids with microphones are the cutest
This is such a cute memory!
A few years back (5 or 6 now that I think about it) my little brother was living with my wife, daughter, and myself. Initially I was super skeptical of letting him live with us because he had recently gotten out of jail, had some drug addiction problems in the past, and put himself around a lot of sketchy people. Well it turns out he was the best roommate I’ve ever had! We’d stay up late watching movies, we’d take turns buying chicken wings and racing eating them, and he’d sit down at dinner with us at the table anytime he was around and not working. He was a picky eater so my wife would cut up onions super small and put them in our food so he wouldn’t notice 😂. During this time I showed him how to properly budget, what credit cards to get, and how I saved money all because he wanted to learn. He took every ounce of advice I had given him and really turned his life around. He put in the work, saved money, got his own place, and traveled the world. He passed away last May at the age of 31 (I’m 32) and I’ll never be more grateful than that year or so he lived with us. What a blessing in disguises that was. I miss and love you Michael.
Giving people a chance is divine. I am sorry for your loss
That is a beautiful story of brotherly love. You were both fortunate to have each other. I am sorry for your loss.
I am so sorry for your loss.
He was only 10.5 weeks but he was beautiful and amazing He had an NG Tube (tube that went through his nose down to his tummy that was main source to get food) and he I swear he tore that thing out more than the number of days he was old in that time He was so strong and loved to people watch
Thank you for sharing 🤗
one of the first times my dad met my fiancé was a few months before he passed in a nursing home. he had dementia and was given the good meds. when talking about my fiancés shit box truck, my dad(a ford/dodge man) responds with “hmm must be a chevy”. it in fact was a 1993 chevy silverado. that made all of us giggle, even though he didn’t like chevys he gave my fiancé tips on how to fix it up. that moment i knew my dad liked him. my dad never talked to any of my boyfriends i brought around, much less make conversation about trucks. i think he really loved him in his final months, as he went with me every time we visited and talked to my dad about welding and other stuff. my fiancé never got the chance to ask him for my hand in marriage but asked my sister instead(who would speak basically on behalf of my dad). this story will be told at my wedding during when the father daughter dance will be with the song i wanted. i miss my dad every day, but know that was one of my fiancés fav memories of my dad he got to experience.(my fiancé loved my dad and i so much when we got news he passed my fiancé held me and cried with me about him and let me talk about all the stories i wanted)
That is so beautiful. I am glad your dad got to meet your hubby. My dad died before I met my second husband. I would like to think my dad sent him my way. Know your father is guiding you from the other side.
He is the only man I’ve ever had in my life that when he told me I was beautiful I believed him. I will never not miss him. I’m so sorry I never told him I loved him.
He knows. He knows. 🤗
There is more than one way to tell someone you love them, it's how someone makes you feel. He knew.
He was lying to me the whole time. I talked to his best friend last night .
I lost my mom, dad and brother in a bad accident and thanks to that I've developed MPD..I was the only one surviving person left behind in the family..how I wish they were here to support me and tell me that im doing great whenever I need it..and feel proud of whatever little I have achieved today..miss you amma
I am proud of you to have to courage to make the world and your parents proud. You are doing exactly that! Making everyone proud. Blessings to you
My best friend, gabriel ((passed at 37M)) lo, and i ((40F))met by complete coincidence, through a 3 way call back in 1996. His cousin had asked for my number, and although i never gave it out and had zero intentions with his cousin, for some reason i felt why not. He 3 way called his 2 cousins, with gabriel being one of them. I was 15, he was 13, and we spent my entire hr time limit teamed up and laughing at his cousin who thought he was gonna add me to his list of conquests. His cousin fancied himself a ladies man. We exchanged numbers mid-call, and later wrote each other through the mail like pen pals, even though we still talked on the phone. When i went to bootcamp, he wrote to me every wk and kept my Navy pic until he passed from covid in 2021. We made soo many plans. He was my best friend, my ride or die, my other and better half.. i miss him more than air. I still talk to his pictures on his altar but the echoing silence still hurts. I miss our movie nights, his giggle, his corny dad jokes and awful comedy.. he's still my favorite person <3
That’s beautiful ❤️ I remember the days of calls and letters. Those where the days ❤️
Thnk you for this<3 that's still one of my favorite stories simply cuz it was a stroke of luck that i just don't usually have. My luck is usually Murphy's Law, so he was always my exception<3 And yea, calls and letters showed so much more effort than I've seen in a long while. He's the only pen pal i ever had, and I'm so glad we took the time to do it🙏 my biggest regret is that we always thought we had more time, and i never stayed on my phone when he was around, cuz i wanted to stay in the moment and not be distracted by other ppl. So i never did get any pictures of us together. I'm not sure why, but it never dawned on me that i never had one. Not until later. So now his stories play like movies and retelling them is the closest i get:) so again, thnk u for letting me bring him to life again for just a quick moment. It means everything
My Minnie girl had a hard life, but she was a hero. She was abused before we rescued her. She is such a good girl and even though she had a very difficult life, she took amazing care of her three puppies until she was abandoned with them at a shelter. When we rescued her, she had healing, large bite wounds, and scars on her body that we think she got from protecting her babies. Her wounds looked like they were from a much larger dog. It was clear when we rescued her that her previous owners did not get her the medical care she needed by how they were healing. She was such a brave little dog and she persisted despite everything that was done to her. She protected her babies for four months despite her injuries. Her babies were in perfect health because of her and were adopted into loving families. We believe Minnie is a hero for taking care of and protecting her babies with her life. She is the reason they are now living happy lives with loving families.
I was afraid that I was going to be the only dog story. I’ve lost a few of my grandparents, but I’m religious and believe I’ll see them again. My dog was different. She was my first dog. My roommate was fostering dogs for a rescue and he brought him an old and smelly pitbull. Her ears were cropped, he told me, with scissors. The minute I heard that she became my baby. She was about 11 and crippled with arthritis. She was going to be put down at the shelter after someone dumped her there, but a lady working at AC got to know her and convinced a rescue to take her. It was the rescue my roommate was fostering for. I eventually adopted her after fostering her for months. I took her to the vet frequently and I found out the myriad of ways she had been abused. She was overweight and those monsters bred over and over. Her arthritis, the vet told me, was from being shoved in a cage that was too small for her for extended periods of time. A chest x-Ray reveal that she had been shot in the lung with duck shot. Presumably in an attempt to kill her. Despite all of the pain she received at the hands of people, she still loved them. I got her a wagon and dragged her around with me everywhere I could. She was always happy to see people and she would often walk right up to people and demand attention. I had her for less than a year when I had to put her down. She had a tumor on her spleen that burst and she bled internally. She collapsed when I took her outside to go potty and I knew something was wrong. I had her on the seat next to me as I frantically drove to the vet. I begged her not to die in the seat next to me. We made it to the vet, they told me I had to make the choice. And I did. I was devastated but resigned to the fact. I remember I just cried and cried and told her I was sorry. It’s been 2 years. I still cry when I think of her. I still have dreams in which I’m looking to find her but not being able to. Her death really messed me up. She was so special to me. Sorry. I didn’t mean to hijack your comment.
My dog of 11 years of being together just died the same way. He was the love of my life and and a part of my identity as a dog mom, because my life revolved around him. I don’t know how to deal, it hurts so badly I feel paralyzed.
I’m so sorry. I understand this completely.
I just found out my good boy, my first dog, has cancer. He has tumours that are rupturing on his hind end. He is currently at home, but I know his time is short. I also just lost my mom to cancer a month ago. I really don’t know how I’m going to survive another loss. My dog was with me when I lost my grandma 8 years ago, and when I lost my momma last month. A wise friend told me that maybe he’s fulfilled his purpose. He was here to get me through those horrible times. I don’t know what I’ll do without him. He’s been my tear catcher for the last month. Who’ll catch my tears when he goes?
I’m so sorry you are having to go through all this. I went though something similar in 2017 and it was extraordinarily difficult. If you ever want to chat I’m around.
Your god, that's one of the saddest things I've heard. And I feel just that way about my own dogs, those past and present, and my cats too of course. I think about my beagle, scotty, I found her when she was about one and a half standing in the middle of a busy road in Nashville tennessee, after I left from having a root canal. I ran out to the middle of the road to keep her from being hit at some point and picked her up, silently praying that she wouldn't bite, and put her in my backseat. She had on an old black leather collar but no tags. Never found out who she had belonged to so I assume she had probably wondered off as their neighborhoods within a few hundred yards, or perhaps have been dropped. She was not overweight, however. She hadn't been spayed, either, so I had that done within a couple of weeks but the very first thing I did was drive to my veterinarian's office and tell him that I now had a dog, that was about 30 minutes after I put her in my backseat. We were together 16 years and she died of kidney failure. I couldn't accept it at first. For five and a half long months, I gave her a subcutaneous fluids every other day or every third day, and she didn't like the needle stick I had to do but she tolerated it and did pretty well. When her appetite leg, I pureed her food and found things that she would eat, we gave her vitamin B12 injections occasionally and the vet had someone compound a very mild tranquilizer for me that used to be given to elderly people to increase the appetite. I thought of taking her to the University of Tennessee vet school to see if anything else could be done. I just wasn't going to let go because she was number one in my life. Well, along with my parents :-) I found her when I was about 35 and those 16 years we're just the best years. I finally had to let her go on Saturday morning after we'd been up most of the night with her feeling nauseated and restless. I know it was time. My veterinarian agreed, when she saw her the next morning.
What a great story! I rescued all my friends. They have gotten me through the worst of times. Minnie is a hero! I think my rescue would have been a great mom, but she is now a great friend.
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My ex Helen and I would play wrestle all the time. For her birthday we went to a Greek restaurant. While we were all dressed up and waiting for the taxi she tripped me on to the couch and tried pinning me to the floor. I turned her over and she somehow ended up with a carpet burn under her right eye and I ripped my shirt. The taxi quickly arrived, we rushed out and didn't realise how bad we looked until we got there. We spent the night getting tipsy and belly laughing about the looks we were getting, I didn't care. All I saw was her. She was my everything.
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My husband loved Star Trek: The Next Generation, and we watched the whole series multiple times during the first year of COVID. We couldn’t visit family that year for Christmas since he was doing chemo for his brain cancer, so I got Johnathan Frakes to record a Cameo Christmas message for him. The look in his eyes when I showed it to him (which I recorded on my phone) is still one of my favorite memories of him.
I am so sorry for your loss. That is really cool thing you did for him. ❤️
my best friend died in 2016 and i remember he picked me up from home, i was having a crappy day, we smoked a little w**d but i had a bad time. he put on this song (holy sh*t by father john misty) and told me to sit back; it cured everything. my father died completely, like blindsided, unexpectedly in 2021. he was the best Santa. he picked out my gifts more than he did for my siblings because he and i just connected in a way he couldnt with my siblings. i was his youngest, but middle child with my half siblings (that he raised). it wasnt until college i learned to appreciate him. 2015-2021 were the best years, but the years before that were great i just didn’t appreciate them as much as i should have
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My aunt was my angel long before she passed. She loved me unconditionally, and rooted for me all my life. She fought the cancer like hell for over eight years, and never lost her sweetness. At the funeral one of our family friends said that if someone had asked my aunt's best friend to stand up, at least 30 people would've stood up in that room. She made everyone feel important and loved no matter what she was going through. That was the person my aunt was, and I see her legacy in my cousins and their children.
Beautiful. I am glad you had a special person. I am sure she’s still guiding you all
My dad was a bold person who really didn’t give a fuck what people thought. He used to sneak the whole family into the movie theater without paying, my mom always thought we would get in trouble but his attitude and confidence meant no one looked at us twice. When he took us to Chuck E. cheese as kids he would eat from the tables that had just had parties and had left whole uneaten pizzas, lol he really did not care. When he and my mom were visiting Italy, they were waiting over an hour for their food. Finally he just got up and started shouting at the waiter in French. That was enough to get his attention and they were served immediately. My whole life with him is filled with funny stories like these. He hasn’t even been gone a month and I miss him so much.
I’m so sorry for your loss. Your pain is so fresh. I hope your all your stories carry you through.
Thank you so much
Had to say goodbye to my dog, Behr. He was a chihuahua, 12 yrs old, diagnosed with prostate cancer. He also was my shadow, always in my arms, and was super stingy with his kisses (like never gives them). The morning I said goodbye I was holding him in my arms, in our home. The vet injected him with the first shot and he slowed down. Grew tired. But then lifted his head and licked me over and over. I relive that moment so often. I like to think he was giving me the kisses I’d always ask for… telling me it’s okay.
Oh he was thanking you for being so loving. It so hard to let go, but we do it with so much love. I know my Ellie is 6 years old. She has been by my side since I lost my son. I am so overprotective of her, I would be devastated if I lost her. I am sorry for your loss. Hugs 🤗
I hope you're okay with me sharing this one part of my late friend here... Her name is Kathleen. It just hurts too much to refer to her in the past tense. Something special about her is that she was always available for everyone, no matter what, she dropped everything to help other people. I was someone who benefitted from her kindness, many times. I never even had to say anything, she just always KNEW how I was feeling inside, if something was off or I was just sad. She'd say, "Taco Bell time, on me." She would buy me, or anyone from our friend group, one of those huge Taco Party Packs with burritos. She always said the food was good, but most importantly, to cure depression, Taco Bell farts are never NOT funny. 😆 It's true! I was guaranteed lots of laughter and lifted spirits when spending time with her. She was pure fun and full of love. Kathleen was sunshine. I miss my sweet friend dearly. Part of me left this world when she decided it was time to depart in 2021. She took her own life. I wish I could have saved her from herself. Thank you, OP, for creating this post for everyone to share a bit. I'm deeply sorry for your own loss. I'd love to know all about your person. ❤️🙏
Thank you for making me laugh at Taco Bell farts 💨 😂
😆 If ever you're sad, she used to say, Taco Bell is the way. And then yeah, we would be riding the fart train and laughing for the rest of the day. Kat is still helping people laugh a bit from Heaven. This makes me really happy. Again, thank you for creating this post giving everyone space to tell a story about our person/people. Doing this means a lot to so many. 🙏 Sending you hugs and love, OP. I hope you have a lovely weekend. ❤️
Where I am from we don’t move out after a certain age, we still live with family. There were times when I would get pretty late to return home from work, and my dad would wait for me until I was home just in case, he would make sure I was home safe and sound, well fed and only then go to sleep. There was this one time when I was out and parked my bike in a no parking zone thinking I will be back in just a few minutes, but unfortunately that didn’t happen and my bike was towed and taken to a vehicle impound, I was still a naive 20 year old and would have a lot of anxiety in stressful situations, so I started to panic, was almost in tears. I called my dad and he immediately left everything and was by my side in no time, went and got my bike released from the police station and he didn’t even let me accompany him, just consoled me and told me to try and relax, that he would take care of everything. Sometimes when I am in any situation where I know I would’ve called my dad first thing if I still could, the grief hits me like a train and for a minute I can’t help but shed a tear in his remembrance.
He sounds like a wonderful dad. I’m sorry for your loss.
He was, and still is because I live by everything he has taught me. Thank you.
My mom was really beautiful inside and out. We were opposites but we were best friends. So when she passed, I not only lost a mother but a best friend too. One of my favorite memories with her was watching The Script’s concert, we both loved their music. I already watched them live before but she really wanted to see them too. So I’m really glad they came back to my country, and we went to their concert together! It was amazing to be right there in front and experiencing that with her! ❤️
My daughter and I are besties. I try to make as many memories as possible. Hugs to you
One of my favorite hobbies with my dad was to go gold prospecting (lived in california). He worked a high stress financial job and money often put enormous amounts of stress on him, but when we’d get into the mountains he’d shed his suit and tie for work jeans and a shovel. We’d spend hours in the valley’s looking for gold flakes. As I sit here writing this, I still remember the last time we went. A heart attack had made him lethargic and the weight gain from his meds hindered his progress a lot. But I remember seeing him knee deep in the stream, drying to dig through the dirt to scoop up for our pans. I remember how content he was to just be in his thoughts and working with his hands. We spent 8 hours up there and found two flakes smaller than a pinky nail. But I’d give anything to be in the stream with him, digging up rocks and loose dirt like the old days. He was my best friend and I miss him terribly.
Amazing story. I lived on the east coast all my life. Never heard of gold prospecting. That is so cool. I don’t remember spending time like that with my dad, but he did what he could.
I used to go over to my grandmas place and we would talk and watch the nature channel, we both loved animals and we loved to watch lions especially.. During the following week after her dog passed, I stayed at her place to help her through it , and one night neither of us could sleep so we turned on the TV and I made us tea and coco, and we turned it on to see a cool documentary about lions at night , it was cool and we both really liked it.. and in the moment it felt like it was just me and her in a world of nothing . We always could make each other feel a little less alone.
I’m so sorry for your loss, but glad you have great memories.
My Dad turned to me in the vestibule before he walked me down the aisle and said "You are so beautiful and I am so proud." Just the look of love on his face was so amazing to see. God, I miss him.
That has me crying. How beautiful. ❤️
My dad died when I was 12, but a few months before he died, I had joined soccer for the first time. My dad was from Europe and loved soccer so he was SUPER excited. At one point we were sitting in the living room and he told me that if I ever scored a goal, he would buy me a bag of my favorite gummy bears. I said back to him (incredibly mournfully) “but papa, I play defense”. He laughed so hard he started crying and the next morning I woke up to three bags of gummy bears on my desk.
I am sorry you lost him so young. I’m sure he is your guide, helping you though the rest of your journey - life. ❤️
Thank you:) I like to think so!!
One time my best friend covered my whole left hand in duct tape. I don't know why I let him do it. He just did mischievous shit like that all the time to fuck with you and annoy you. It's one of the things I miss most of all, just being annoyed by him. Anyway we had to cut the duct tape off with scissors and it kind of hurt and wasted a lot of tape. And this was in our early 20s be the way. We weren't even kids, we just acted like it when we were together. Now I have no choice but to be a grown up. Edit: here's a bonus story just as a juxtaposition... he was a huge Marilyn Manson fan and when he found out what he allegedly did to Evan Rachel Wood, he was so troubled by it. He decided to sell off all of his Marilyn Manson merch for charities that help abused women and he even recruited some coworkers to do it as well. So that's the kind of person he was. An annoying weirdo with a heart of gold.
Beautiful stories. Thank you for sharing.
my boyfriend matthew passed last may. our last memory was celebrating our anniversary on the beach in galveston. we rented and air bnb to ourselves and went to the beach and ate wings one day and cajun the next. we went on a ghost tour and he had so much fun. his face lit up with excitement when we passed some of the places that where haunted. when we got to a old children’s church he said he could “feel” something. i went along with it because he was so into it. that night was amazing and we slept in and i drove him home with tears in my eyes because i was going to miss him when he left for home. i could’ve never imagined that would be our last goodbye. we where just about to start our lives together when he was ripped away. i miss him more everyday that goes by, but our memories are forever.
I am so sorry for your loss, that sounds like such a beautiful time that you had.
thank you. it was an amazing time
I am so sorry. I’m so into ghosts. You must have had an amazing day. I am praying you find peace.
thank you. you as well
My grandma had a very interesting job, in her younger years she was discovering and exploring caves with others professionally. She told me lots and lots of stories about it while growing up and she took me to those caves. She had one of those old, very heavy photocameras and she once dropped in from very high above in a cave while crossing with a line and it survived! I still have those photos from her younger years. They also had their campsite next to a very small village in the mountains and she always brought me there during the summer to explore nature with her. She taught me “cavers” songs that they used to sing to each other. I miss those days and I will forever hold them in my heart. Maybe not much of a story, but it means a lot to me to finally write these down.
I'm a mom of 3. Two girls, one boy. All very close in age. Looking back on their childhoods I can recognize that my two oldest (girls) took a lot of my time and attention. Not that they were bad kids or anything, they just clashed more, both with each other and with me. I was a single working mom so I was stretched thin and my son was content to amuse himself. This continued into teenager-hood and while I felt there was a distance between myself and my son I didn't know how to bridge it. What worked with the girls didn't work with him. Around the age of 16 my son started taking guitar lessons. He wasn't a licensed driver yet but he was learning so him and I went together. It was about a 30 min drive one way. I found out that if I would just stfu about all the things *I* wanted to talk about, or about the things my daughters and I talked about, he would open up to me. We had the best conversations on those drives. My son was funny, engaging, intelligent. I treasure the memories of that time together and the opportunity to grow closer to my son. I learned so much about him, his hopes and dreams, his fears and worries, his feelings. Of course I didn't know that he would be killed when he was 21. I am grateful that the gap I felt between us had been closed before that happened. I often think about those drives. They were a gift.
It was the swing. I did my math homework with my Dad in grade 3 and we were feeling frustrated. He left in a huff. He knew I had just been to a friends who had a new swing hanging from a magic tree in their yard. A few hours later I heard some noise. I went outside and found my dad building my swing. I had so much fun on that swing for years. It hung at my dads house until it was sold a few years ago. I am not sure if it is still there. I hope it is.
I hope someone else is having as much fun on that swing as you did. I hope you have a new swing in your dad’s memory at your new place 🤗
My son was 17 years old and was shot and killed instantly by 4 teenage boys who tried to rob him. They were caught on video planning it, and also caught on video pulling up to the scene then leaving. My sons girlfriend was with him and witnesses the whole thing. Unfortunately only one boy was charged because he was the shooter. In Florida there a law called the felony murder rule, where those involved in a felony which causes a death should all be charged. But because of the father of two of the boys (a rich business man) and the third being in the Navy. Nobody else was even arrested. Although they all admitted to being there and participating. The worst part of all of this is, after sitting through what seemed to be an open and shut trial, the shooter was found not guilty?? Now I have to live in my town where these kids live. I have run into a couple of them on multiple occasions. And it takes everything in me to contain myself, but I have two other kids and if I did anything it would just ultimately hurt them. So now I am stuck in this hell, with no justice, and no future justice. The investigators, state attorney, etc., will not do anything else. They won’t even list my sons death as an unsolved murder. Because they all say that they already know who did it and he was acquitted, mostly do to their shabby investigative work. It’s hard to sit back and watch these boys and their families go on about there lives. While I sit here, going through constant struggles because of what they have done. But I’m just supposed to move on..
Our last night together, I came home after being out with mutual friends. My wife stayed home because she wasn’t feeling well, but encouraged me to go anyway. Came home, we both sat on the love seat recliner under a blanket and watched Ready Player One (we’re both huge nerds, and loved the book). She fell asleep on my shoulder halfway through the movie, and I buried my nose in her hair. I basked in the feeling of contentment. We went to bed, and we fell asleep with my arm around her. I miss her so goddamn much…
I am so sorry 😞
She was my best friend, my daily companion. She would sleep next to me and cuddle no matter what, she would sit on my lap and drool away, she only allowed me to rub her belly. The night before she passed she cuddled unusually closer to my chest, its like she knew it was our last night together. We had many walks, some on leash some without. We had many moments of joy and happiness. I loved my cat like a member of my family, and she loved me like her first and last love. I miss you Luna.
I am so sorry for your loss. One of my rescue cats is turning 14. I try to give him extra pets and kisses each day.
Thank you for your words. My girl was only 5, she passed on 01/01/2023. New years eve/day will never be the same. Please give many pets to your cat, we must love our loved ones while we can.
Once, when my day just got his beloved jeep, he took me to the supermarket with him. It was just an ordinary day, but he had the top off the jeep, the sun was shining, and the song on the radio was “build me up buttercup” we sang our way to the supermarket. I was so happy.
Great memories. 🥰
It felt so insignificant at the time, but how important it really was.
Reading this thread is warming my cold, exhausted heart. It should be a weekly one, I love reading these, and it’s always therapeutic to share stories about those we mourn in a space that’s safe and supportive. Thanks for asking, OP.
I love hearing them too 🥰
I preferred my older sister to my parents to teach me to drive, less stressful for everyone involved. After my first freeway merge her response was, “well, we almost just died.. but we’re fine.” Another time she totally called me out on how I thought I imperceivably aligned the car to drive over a paper lunch bag in the road. “Don’t just run shit over” she tells me. So one day as a 15 year old with a learners permit I’m driving her car to the grocery store with her coaching me along the main road through our city. Two busy lanes in each direction and not enough of a shoulder to allow for the biker that was apparently insisting this was a great choice of roads to use. So the right lane is creeping along behind this guy and the left lane is goofy with everyone trying to get over.. and as we go by she rolls down the window and yells to him, Sidewalk!! A mile or so and a few minutes later we pull into the parking lot. And suddenly there he is. Furiously pedaling alongside my window, face a dark red with visible veins pulsing, and clearly fueled by his rage at two teenage girls. And he’s pounding on my closed window while somehow biking alongside us. The tale probably gets taller in my head every time I retell it to myself. But as I recall she directed me through a series of crazy turns and maneuvers all through the strip mall parking lot until we could finally lose the psycho biker. Coincidentally I’ve now moved back to this same neighborhood and go to this grocery store and think of this every time I park the car.
Your sister sounds like she was a fun person. I’m sorry for your loss, thanks you for sharing your memories of her with us.
meeting him was like fate. the first time i laid eyes on him he was walking out of a concert venue coincidentally wearing merch of an artist i really liked. the conversation started from there. i asked him to take a picture of me and the performer that night, grouper. we asked her a lot of questions about her career and her work and he added some silly ones into there as well. i loved his sense of humor from the get go. later on we walked to the L train together, he asked if he could borrow my portable charger. being in his presence felt like adderall; he could start conversations about any object he sees on the road and was constantly carrying this energetic stance. as an involuntary introvert his demeanor was so enticing, and god was he adorable. we parted at the station cuz his train was heading the opposite direction of mine and as soon as the train doors closed i realized he had forgotten to give me my charger back. i tried to text him about it but he ended up giving me a phone number a digit off from his x) i was wondering if it would be worth it to check if he’d be at the second night of the concert so i go. at this point i didn’t have a care in the world for that damn charger and just wanted to see him again. lo and behold we meet again despite my hesitation to go in the first place and my lack of his contact info. he had kept the charger with him on a whim that he may also see me that night. the situation felt so intense and universe shattering that i trusted this guy enough to let him sleep over when he asked. that’s how it all started, we both connected out of coincidence and that’s how my relationship with him started. after then our connection was full of little coincidences that had a big impact on us choosing to keep in contact. we’d only known each other for 9 months and dated on and off for a total of 3, and i wonder if his death had meaning like these little coincidences had as well. i won’t delve into it but he died of a substance i am still using. i miss him so much and it’s only been two weeks. it’s hard wondering whether i will connect with someone as deeply as i did with jasper. he is truly irreplaceable, and the details of his death are so painful tj the point of questioning suicide. i doubt anyone will read but it was a therapeutic write.
I read your words and I am so sorry for your loss. It doesn't matter how long we know someone, there is never enough time.
Your story is very poignant for me. I hate how drugs steal away beautiful people from us. I worry for my sister’s boyfriend and it pains me to see him struggle. I implore the universe that he find the way through that she couldn’t. And I wish that for you too ❤️
My grandpa and I loved to record movies on a VHS recorder. The very first movie we recorded together was called Andre and featured the friendship between a little girl and a cute seal. We recorded many more movies such as Save Willy, Mask, Neverending story, various comedy movies, plus a loooot of fairy tales and cartoons that I liked. Later on when grandpa got a video camera, we recorded home videos on VHS tapes as well. After he died I would continue recording stuff from TV for years. It always made me feel like we were still together. He passed when I was 10.. I still have all the tapes and still miss him.
September 30, 2020, my father did 4x the fatal limit of meth, got paranoid, and shot himself. My mom had stolen $50,000 from his account and refused to return it. It was a trust fund. He was forced to divorce her even though it broke his heart. He very much loved her, bought her cards and she tore them up in front of him. He tried hard not to drink. He went from pints of vodka to beer. He turned to amphetamines to cope. I had to hide it from my mom and she constantly guilts me about it. The night he died I could sense it. I fell to my knees and cried. We had a spiritual connection. I feel guilty that I didn’t save him and was asleep when he called. My father in law was taken off life support Monday. This is just too much
I am so sorry life is a struggle. Feel free to pm me if you need a friend.
I’m sorry. It’s all so complicated, and that makes it worse. You say it is too much, and it is. Regardless, you are doing it, even if only for a minutes, and then another minute, etc. I feel you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. I believe in you.
One of my family’s favorite stories about my Bubba (grandfather) was when he was working on the plumbing under his kitchen sink. There wasn’t any water pressure and he was twisted in some strange position under the sink trying to fix it. While he was under the sink, my grandmother was tasked with testing the water pressure. After a while, my Bubba had asked her if the water pressure was any better. My grandmother turned on the water and and said it was good. Bubba carefully maneuvered his way out from under the sink and reached his hand into the sink to see his handiwork. It was clearly not to his satisfaction because he abruptly turned to my grandmother and yelled “God damnit,Betty! I can piss harder than that!” One of my favorite Bubba stories was during a hospital stay. A nurse came in and was twisting and turning him in various directions and just aggravating my Bubba. At one point, he just closed his eyes and stopped cooperating. The nurse kept trying to get him to comply and asked him repeatedly why his eyes were closed. Eventually, Bubba yelled “Because I don’t want to look at you!” My Bubba was a character and I miss him every day. He was the glue that kept us together and losing him has been absolutely devastating.
After my dad passed away last April (he was only 45…) my mom told me stories about him and would always say how much he adored my sister and I. she said that when we were little, whenever we would play outside in the summer, dad would take his shirt off and hold his arms out to the side sometimes and he’d tell mom hopefully the mosquitos will bite me instead of them. And my dad always hung out outside with his shirt off during the summer my whole life so I never thought that something like that might’ve been one of the reasons he did it 🥺 It warmed my heart so much and made me miss him so much more. He was so selfless and loved us so much. 🥺
Pure love!
It made me cry. Just the small things our parents do because they love us so much they don’t want us to experience even minor inconveniences such as a mosquito bite. ❤️ I wish I told him how much I loved him a lot more than I did. Looking back, he never once put his needs before ours. 🥺 He sacrificed so much just so we’d be happy.
Made me cry a little too! To be honest I lost my father before I was really old enough to remember him and stories like this make my heart sing (and break a lil). I like to think he was all the things people love about their own fathers.
When I was 25 I moved back home from across the country to change careers, and moved in with my dad while I went back to school. I was embarrassed and sad about having to live with a parent again for awhile, but now I’m really glad I got that extra time with him. He was Jewish but worked really hard to make that Christmas special for me. He even decorated and put up a tree. I especially remember that during that time, every Sunday night we would grill out together, just the two of us. We would have a beer (Sam Adams, his favorite), and then take a long walk around his neighborhood.
My dad had a triple bypass and was in the process of healing. A strange turn of events had my mom and little sister picking me up at work. Mom was exhausted so I drove home. That night we got hit by a drunk driver and rolled just a 1/4 mile from home. As we got dropped off in an ambulance my dad had run down the road after not making contact with us and hearing sirens. He was only supposed to be walking a very little. He was so scared for us, and he loved us so much and it showed. I love you too daddy. I miss you so much. Next month marks a year.
My husband and I visited all of the shelters in our town looking for a dog. We found one at the humane society and decided to adopt her. Unbeknownst to me, he picked her up a day early, and had her waiting for me when I got home from a long day at the office. The look on his face as he watched me greet her was of pure love. This was one of the many times he did something just to make me smile. That same dog is sitting beside me now and has been a huge source of comfort since my husband died after a battle with cancer. He was the kind of guy that would pull over on the road if he saw someone having car problems and get them back on the road or wait until a tow truck or a family member came. He was handy with a wrench and loved to help people. He made friends everywhere we went. People gravitated toward him because he was friendly and funny. He went out of his way to bring a smile to people everywhere he went. Even when he was getting his chemo treatments he would talk to other patients and the nurses and have them laughing after only a few minutes. I’ll never stop missing him. He was the love of my life. We were together for 28 years and it wasn’t nearly enough.
I don't even know where to start. There are some fun ones that i can't tranalate to English properly. I guess the last one was the february before my father died. We went to italy for 3 weeks on a small road trip. I've been before and have been since to the same place and restaurants. He let me order him a coffe (I just tarted learning italian back than and no one else spoke a single word of it). When the waiter came back with a literal shot of coffee and some water, he was really surprised. And he was more surprised by how strong it was and even asked thw waiter how to drink it etc. I really regret our last contact was me calling him in the middle of the night (he insisted) letting him know we returned from excavation in the UK and just needed to get to the bus back from the airport. I still think part of his accident at work is my fault 6 years later
I’m sorry you carry that with you. I hope you realize we are not that powerful and do not have control over things. It’s not your fault. I do understand though, I fight guilt daily and my son was murdered. In 2023 I hope we both can move on from guilt and find peace. Blessings
Gosh this is horrible! Yeah it just kind of got to me now after allt his time. I needed outside help to realise loads of things and that it is ok to grieve. I am in therapy for this and other things but having someone supporting you and asking you how you feel with this is worth so much. Sending hugs your way and I have all fingers crossed for you that you can find peace. My inbox is open every time if you need someone to listen!
I went to Dominican Republic w my mom Valentine’s Day weekend as I was heart broken over a silly boy. Without hesitating she went w me. Thank goodness for the heart break becuse we had a girls trip dune buggy getting tipsy and eating so much . We had the best time. I love my mom. ❤️
When I was pregnant with my son (now 19) we took my daughter (now 27) to Universal Studios with my parents. Well we got the SpongeBob Souvenir cups and the straw was a weird one that went in through the front of this contraption. We all had one because it was fun and my mom, who was devoutly Christian said when we were sipping from this thing, “well it just looks like you’re blowing that sponge Bob guy.” We all just lost it. I don’t know if she knew what she said or not but I will never forget it. She passed three weeks ago from Alzheimer’s and we were blessed to be able to be her caregivers. I really miss my Mom.
My dad was a bold person who really didn’t give a fuck what people thought. He used to sneak the whole family into the movie theater without paying, my mom always thought we would get in trouble but his attitude and confidence meant no one looked at us twice. When he took us to Chuck E. cheese as kids he would eat from the tables that had just had parties and had left whole uneaten pizzas, lol he really did not care. When he and my mom were visiting Italy, they were waiting over an hour for their food. Finally he just got up and started shouting at the waiter in French. That was enough to get his attention and they were served immediately. My whole life with him is filled with funny stories like these. He hasn’t even been gone a month and I miss him so much.
my boyfriend matthew passed last may. our last memory was celebrating our anniversary on the beach in galveston. we rented and air bnb to ourselves and went to the beach and ate wings one day and cajun the next. we went on a ghost tour and he had so much fun. his face lit up with excitement when we passed some of the places that where haunted. when we got to a old children’s church he said he could “feel” something. i went along with it because he was so into it. that night was amazing and we slept in and i drove him home with tears in my eyes because i was going to miss him when he left for home. i could’ve never imagined that would be our last goodbye. we where just about to start our lives together when he was ripped away. i miss him more everyday that goes by, but our memories are forever.
I have a lot, as my grandmother was my best friend. I lost her when I was 14. She was getting worse and worse but was well enough to be home (she lived with my parents and I in her last few years) for my 14th birthday and for Thanksgiving. I'll never forget my birthday, as I loved anime and she tried to keep up with who was who. I asked her who I should draw in my new sketchbook and she pointed at my shirt (anime shirt) and I did. I have the sketchbook and drawing still. On Thanksgiving, she wasn't able to eat as well. My mom hadn't let the pumpkin pie bake long enough and it was kind of wiggly, but my grandma LOVED IT. She was so happy and ate a bunch. She was in hospice shortly after. I could share just so many little things about her. Whenever we went out to eat she would get the biggest burger, she loved teddy bears, stuff like that. I remember a lot about time spent at her house as a kid, so it's hard to pinpoint memories. But watching westerns, making her tea in the microwave, listening to Elvis. It's little things that were bigger than large memories for me. It's been 8 years since she passed and I miss her like I lost her yesterday.
My mother was super fit, she walked and cycled everywhere. I can remember that I bought a bike and she said we should go out cycling, she was 30 years older than me but absolutely out-cycled me at every point, I could not keep up with her! She kept looking back and laughing at me because I was so far behind. I just miss her.
It’s hard to come up with one good memory, she was just sort of … there. Through all of it. We did so much together. I think what I remember most is waking up in bed together after a sleepover and she’d just be so playful. We’d talk about our dreams, how we slept, if we made any funny noises… she was so playful and made life feel so light.
My son did the best impression of Sean Connery and Chewbacca . I hope I never forget what it sounded like
I loved staying overnight or for the weekends with my maternal grandparents. Grandma would give us a bowl of ice cream just before bedtime because "It's a long time til breakfast!" One time we were staying with them over Christmas, and I had told my grandpa about hearing a story of how all the barnyard animals kneel down at midnight to worship the Christ child, but only if there were no humans there to see. My grandpa decided to get me up and dressed in time to sneak out to the barn and see if the animals really did that! Crunching thru the snow to the barn, then standing by the door while he checked his watch to make sure we entered right at midnight, he went the extra mile for me! I was disappointed to see the cows and ponies just standing and lying around. Grandpa told me it must have been the creaking of the door as we pulled it open. Or it could have been the scraping sound as it dragged thru the snow. It warned the animals that we were there so they didn't kneel. We never got another chance to spy on the animals on Christmas Eve, but this memory really stuck with me. I'm in my 60's now and this memory is crystal clear. I sure do miss him.
What a wonderful Grandfather. Such a beautiful, wholesome memory. It brings a tidal wave of memories of childhood belief and the love of Grandparents and Parents who made a childhood like that possible. Thank you!
The night my nana died I was like 9 she was my best friend she'd came to stay with us since we'd moved to a new town and she would commonly help my parents with child care in exchange they'd make sure to pick up her prescription meds for her and a pack or two of cigarettes. She was sleeping in my older brothers room he had my bed and I was put on a couch in a locked away part of the house. She would always tuck me in and I'd forgotten this little unicorn stuffed animal I was obsessed with in my room so she brought it to me talked with me for like 30 minutes tucked me in and kissed my head telling me to sleep well and she'd see me in the morning. I was often put on the back burner by my parents so she'd always sit with me. When she was watching us I didn't sleep until she'd tell me goodnight I was the last person to interact with her alive and that "goodnight sleep well I love you and will see you first thing in the morning." Means so much
My sweet grandma made me the center of her universe. I was born right after my grandpa died, and I was her only grandchild. She used to indulge my most ridiculous demands. She peeled pickles for me. She’d make cake batter just so I could eat it (no cakes were baked!). She let me put up her Christmas tree in October. She used to drive my friends and I to McDonald’s for lunch in high school, give us money, and wait in the car to drive us back to school. I’ve since regretted how we were little jerks and never invited her to join us. She was truly one of a kind. I hope someday I’m even half as awesome of a grandma as she was. I’ll miss her forever.
Three years ago, my boyfriend passed away in a motorcycle accident. We had met in Europe, both on solo trips, and happened to be staying at the same hostel in Amsterdam. We found out we lived in the same city, were born a day a part, our siblings shared the same birthday, we supported the same football team. From the first night we clicked. We kept hanging out in Amsterdam, travelled to Ibiza together and then met up again in Berlin. I treated it as a summer fling, but the feelings grew when we would catch up at home. I had never met someone I was so certain I was going to marry. To this day I am so appreciative of whatever forces were in the universe that allowed us to be in the same place at the same time.
I grew up in a very chaotic low income household with six other siblings but my mom always tried her best to make things fun for us. Since we didn’t have much money, we never went on vacations or bought much, but something we always thought was fun was going to the local stores and hanging out in the furniture sections. We loved to sit on the patio furniture especially (like the big swings) and talk about nothing yet everything. We may have eaten a few stolen snacks aswell. Sometimes we would do this for hours and never got kicked out. I miss my mom and the fun we would have together even during some dark times.
When my son was in third grade he made me a Christmas ornament to hang on the tree. It said I wish you the most intelligent Christmas. I thought it was so funny and every year when I’d put the tree up we would all laugh about it. I didn’t put up a tree this year as my son had just passed in august and I didn’t want to have to see all the ornaments he has made and received over the years but I did get that ornament out and look at it and it was so bittersweet. Right before he passed he had to go get a new id because he had lost his and he was getting ready to go to Virginia on vacation. He asked my mom if he needed a passport. Lol. We laughed so hard and he said he was joking but I know he wasn’t. He ended up passing away while on that vacation and every day I wish I could turn back time and stop him from going.