My Grief Life

by Anonymous

When I was 4 years old, my mom died in a car accident. I woke up one morning and she wasn't there. She didn't make me breakfast or kiss me on the cheek and say "good morning hun," she just vanished.


I went and saw my dad sitting and crying on our sofa and he told me "your mom is now an angel in heaven darling, which is good for her but not good for us because she has left us. But she's always near us."

I grew up with my single dad and after a while the pain faded away and it was just me and my dad. After a couple of years my dad re-married and a step mother was brought home. I really liked Betty and my dad was totally in love with her, but then my dad found out she was having an affair with his best friend and they got divorced.

My story can't get any worse right? Well you're wrong...one year later my dad was diagnosed with cancer and 2 years later he passed away. I was so sorry for myself, that I had no family or friends. I always backed away from others, thinking I was being selfish. I ended up living with my aunt and her horrible husband until I was old enough to leave and live by myself and then I became a doctor.

I got married to my true love that I met at college and had three kids, who I named Laila and Ross, after my mother and father. I still tell my story now, but how time can change things. When I was younger I thought I would end up on the streets, but my life got better and better.





Response from Dr. DeFoore

Hello, and thanks for telling your story here. I am very glad that you have been able to grieve your losses, and create a good life for yourself. I hope your story inspires others to have hope and recognize the healing is possible.

My very best to you,

Dr. DeFoore

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