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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Eulogy: A Tribute to My Mom
Sunrise: February 6, 1930 Sunset: January 10, 2015 Eulogized: January 20, 2015 With the way God structured life, you get to meet your very first friend, your BFF-Best Friend Forever. She carried you for nine months, endured the pain to bring you into the world and stays by you until the very end. She puts up with all you do and don’t do. And despite everything, she is still there with you. When everyone else has abandoned you, she is always there with you and for you. She is your confidant. She will listen to you even if no one else will. She is always on your side when the rest of the world seems to be against you. She is your best friend until the very end and then some. She will show the smile and she will hide the pain no matter how great the burden may be. When you feel alone, she pats you on the back and gives you a big hug as well. When you have nowhere to turn, she is always there for you. She treasures you. You are her highest priority. When you want to be grounded, she is your foundation, but when you want to take off and fly, she is the wind beneath your wings. No matter where you go and how far you are physically away from her, she is always with you. Although she has given birth to you, you are always a part of her and still connected to her. It is a bond that can never, ever be destroyed. Yes, that is a Mom. That is the perfect description of my Mom-Olive Bernier.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Families
Eulogy: A Tribute to My Dad
Born on June 2, 1929 Died on September 18, 2012 Eulogized on September 25, 2012 Arthur MacDonald Bernier was NOT our father. Now, before you get upset, let me explain. After studying English and American Literature at St. John’s University and looking back at the last 56 years of his life, I discovered that he was NOT our father. Arthur MacDonald Bernier was our DAD. He was not just our Dad, but he was the greatest Dad who ever lived.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Families
Better
The nightmares come back eventually. They always do. The choking pain as I wake up hyperventilating and sobbing. Scared that I was still in the dream, never to escape what laid in the hell I revisited almost every night. Dreams about you watching me as I sleep. Dreams about that night and what could have happened. Dreams that are dark, but I can feel the space closing around me. Dreams that are lonely and no one ever existed, not even me.
By Quinn Rose8 years ago in Families
The Greatest Man I Ever Knew
As a child, growing up in Toronto I never knew my father. We did not have a father figure in our lives, and I certainly never knew my father. When I was a young adult I moved to Northern Ontario, to get away from the city and my emotional environment. It was one of the best decisions I ever made. As a former foster child and crown ward, family was very important to me, yet I found myself as a single mother with a very young baby, all alone in a city I had only been to on a few other brief occasions. I met my husband shortly after moving to the strange city that I would call my hometown. I was not born in the city, nor was I raised here, but I called it my hometown nonetheless. The lessons I should have learned while being raised as a child were all taught to me in this city, and as an adult. My husband adopted my child as his own, and his family accepted my son as their own. He became more of a father to my son than his own father. His parents absorbed me into their family as a daughter more than just a daughter-in-law. I went on to learn so many life lessons from my newfound parents that I never experienced as a young child growing up. I never felt like I belonged anywhere, but I know that I belonged here. My husband and I never had a perfect relationship, but when things got hard we just worked it out and somehow always landed on our feet. Our relationship was strengthened by my mother and father-in-law who always supported us in everything we wanted in life.
By Andrea Heward8 years ago in Families
Chapter 4: The Illusion of Perfection
New York was New York. Big, tall, scary, loud, bad, and good smells— everything that you expect a big city to be. In a small island, when somebody says they're going away, they mean they're going to New York. The world didn't really seem much bigger than that.
By Rebecca Law8 years ago in Families
Parents Are Encouraging Children to Be Homosexuals with Their "Conservative" Teachings
I came from a Chinese family where it has always been a stigma to talk about emotional stresses, relationships, and LGBT. There was no personal touch between me and my parents. It was more of a dictatorship or none at all sort of bonding, and I? I consider myself open-minded and a liberal thinker.
By Jessica Chok8 years ago in Families
Hardships of a Single Mother
Everywhere you look these days, you will hear about how hard it is to be a mother. That a mother is special, and that we have the hardest job in the world. And it is true, we do. From the moment we learn that a life is growing inside us every mother is faced with choices; some are easy, others... not so much.
By Terry Gill8 years ago in Families
Parenting Wins
Parenting wins. What are those? Ha. As I stare at two laundry baskets overflowing in my living room begging to be folded, the mountain of toys on the rug that I said I would sort through last week, or the two daughters still in pajamas at one PM on a Sunday afternoon, I'm suddenly not entirely sure.
By Cynthia Macapagal8 years ago in Families
Mom, Where's My Dad?
To my daughter: Dear baby, I know one day you're going to ask me where your dad is. It's okay. You're allowed to be curious. I have no idea how to answer this question without hurting you and I think that's because there is no way to answer this without hurting you. I've talked to a thousand people about how I'm going to bring this up. Most people tell me to just be honest and that if I raised you right you'll understand how loved you are and it won't hurt you. But I think that's a lie. I don't understand any point on how it wouldn't hurt unless I lie to you and I don't want to lie to you.
By Michelle Schultz8 years ago in Families
Mom: Part 1
When I was a kid, I often heard people say that it was the little things that you remember in life, because it was the little things that matter most. I remember how every time after I heard that expression, I would focus all my attention on doing just that—remembering. However, I didn't want to just remember the little things, but the big things too. I didn't realize back then that they were the same thing.
By Alissa Valles8 years ago in Families
