Bereavement Stories

Massachusetts, 1941. Years after losing her childhood friend, Kitty Stewart still writes to her. What begins as words to someone who can never answer becomes a diary of hope, heartbreak and survival as America is drawn into the Second World War.

*************************************** (May 2nd 2026 - I dedicate this story to the F1 driver and paralympian Alex Zanardi who sadly passed today. Alex's story is a real one of triumph over disaster and a testament to the acceptance of disabled athletes in sports.) *************************************** Cat's nursing career has been tanked by her strength to call out a senior colleague who was under the influence of alcohol in an emergency operating theatre. It is Cat's nature to stand up for what she believes in regardless of personal cost. Planning her next move a recruitment notice catches her eye and she responds to it. Jeremy Churchill, a distant relative of Winston himself. At 27 years old and a fly-half for the Northampton Saints Rugby Club a routine xray after a heavy tackle has blown his world apart. She slowly starts to battle professional detachment for friendship, and attraction and desire for something more. He trades sullen silence and self pity for moments he realises it's not the sword of damocles hanging over his head. With good food and changes his medication regime and Jeremy's depression starts to lift. A series of excursions to see disabled athletes excelling in their chosen sports helps Jeremy process his own condition. He finally accepts surgery, and confesses feelings for Cat whilst in recovery under the affects of the anaesthetic. Cat struggles with her own feelings that are developing for Jeremy. She fights them and maintains her professional boundaries. When the time comes that Jeremy can manage without her she walks away. Will Jeremy let her go? Final word count : 40,122 excluding chapter 24 - Author's Note UPDATE The Bucket List has a soundtrack on Amazon music https://music.amazon.co.uk/user-playlists/71bfeae09df64bdc8c306192fdef981bengb?ref=dm_sh_7VfGpXGh0jYuWvAGPfQmHD5Fx

When Noelle Fisher moves across the country to Sacramento, CA, she plans to make a new start and stay on the right path. Enter Charlie Hemmingway: musician, drug addict, and infamous troublemaker who sets his sights on the hot-tempered newcomer with a few secrets of her own. Will these two teens with checkered pasts and suitcases of baggage be each other's savior or demise?

University level student/professor relationship. "There had and always would be a before and after Maron's passing. This sterile building with its echoing white walls and long hallways, constant commotion, and pervasive smell of antiseptic represented the before. Daegan wanted to just get Lily the hell out of this place, that either made people better or swallowed them whole into the basement morgue for good." Copyright 2018 © virginiahathorne All Rights Reserved. Also being published on FictionPress.

A Place Called Home When Lin Yueheng passes away after a long battle with cancer, two worlds collide at her funeral. Lan Wangji, her estranged younger son, arrives carrying years of unanswered questions and the regret of a relationship cut short by time and distance. Wei Ying, the young man she raised after he lost his parents, is left behind in the farmhouse they shared-a place filled with gardens, quiet mornings, and memories of the woman who became his entire world. United by the same loss, yet strangers to one another, they begin uncovering the life Lin Yueheng built far from the city. Every flower she planted. Every meal she cooked. Every story she never had the chance to tell. Wanting to understand the mother he thought he knew, Lan Wangji asks to stay at the farm for a while. What begins as a search for the past slowly becomes something else. Amid changing seasons, shared meals, long silences, and the gentle rhythm of farm life, two grieving souls begin to rediscover not only the woman who connected them-but also themselves. Sometimes, home is not the place you were born. Sometimes, home is the place where someone quietly leaves the light on, waiting for you to find your way back.

In the grey, suffocating town of Bolton, seventeen-year-old Sloane Sparrow is drowning. Since the sudden death of her mother, the world has lost its colour, and her life-once filled with friends, laughter, and a bright future-has narrowed into a series of hollow performances. She is a girl trying to hold on to a ghost, terrified that letting go means disappearing entirely. Then there is Vernon Woods. An outcast living in the margins, he survives the brutality of an abusive home by pouring his darkest thoughts onto city walls with a spray can. To the world, he is a vandal and a delinquent; to himself, he is just another broken thing trying to endure the weight of his own depression. When a chance encounter at a bus stop forces their two disparate worlds to collide, a fragile connection is sparked. What begins as a series of cryptic, spray-painted messages left across the city evolves into a lifeline. As Sloane and Vernon begin to navigate the wreckage of their lives together, they find that they are the only two people who truly recognize the pain behind the other's eyes. But in a world built on trauma and secrets, love is a dangerous gamble. As they peel back the layers of their hidden struggles and fight against the ghosts of their pasts, Sloane and Vernon must decide if their connection is a path to healing or just another tragedy waiting to happen. In a city that demands they stay silent, they are learning that sometimes, the most profound love stories are written in the shadows.

A poem about honouring the memory of a loved one.

She's known emptiness from the start. Only now, it's becoming her best friend. She's always felt like a burden, a weight on those she loves and cares for. She longs for an escape, because dance just isn't enough anymore. She's stuck in a cycle of calamity. Thanks to @kvwrites for making the awesome cover!

I am taking a Creative Writing Diploma and my latest assessment came back and I'm quite pleased with the result. I'm posting the story here. Please let me know what you think. Before you read please be aware there are triggers for depression. Summary: Heather Wishart has just found out she is a widow. Her husband Corporal Colin Wishart was killed whilst on deployment to Afghanistan.

An Indian-American teenager finds out that, beneath the veneer of culture, feelings of loss, grief, and sorrow are the same the world over. When his school friend's father dies, he has to formally visit his friend to offer support. At the house of the bereavement, he finds himself comparing this event to his grandfather's funeral that he attended in India. Everything is very different in the US, being far more civilized as opposed to the raw emotions and rituals of an Indian funeral. But when the facade of culture cracks, he sees that there is really no difference in the impact of death on family and loved ones.

A collection of some of My Poems amongst Other Things... hence why it's called that. This is completely for fun and for anyone willing to read it, whether because they love poetry, just wanna relax or etc. My Poems amongst Other Things will never end and my posts here will be varied. Depending on what I've got on offer, I'll always be posting here; and over time this might just be a collection of Random stuff I've collected over my time here in Wattpad. After all, anyone who knows me, knows I'm all in for the randomness. *Update* This is a collection of some of my earlier sappy poetry work when I was younger. Looking back at them now, they make me laugh and cringe, but I'm not taking them down. Hope you like them still anyhow.

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Amelia had never visited the place beneath the marshmallow tree. She had never wanted to. After today she never will again.

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A poem for my dad. I wrote this on a day where the thought of never seeing him again felt almost unbearable.

Never before had the young woman been allowed to see the family she'd left behind. All she wanted was to let them know she was safe and being well cared for. Today was going to be her first contact. She walked down the aisle of the near empty church towards the man praying at the front pew. She thought of all the things she wanted to say to him. That she loved him. That she was living in a beautiful place among kind people. When she arrived at her father's side she was shocked to see how frail he had become. She reached out to hold his hand, and then gasped as her hand passed through his. Then she remembered that people living on Earth could not perceive her presence, and she wept. A lady took the young woman's hand, and said softly, "That's enough for today. Let's go home."

Taichi and Futaba were childhood friends who had been together for as long as they could remember. Always side by side, their bond grew stronger, and by their second year of high school, they began dating. Their relationship continued to blossom, and in the summer when they were 25, the two visited their hometown's summer festival after a long time away. Afterward, they walked to a place filled with memories of their youth. It was there that Taichi proposed, and they became husband and wife. Futaba was at the peak of happiness, but one day, her world was turned upside down. Taichi fell gravely ill, and within a year, he passed away. Overcome with grief, Futaba found herself unable to move forward, and time passed her by as she remained stuck in sorrow. One day, as she was sorting through Taichi's belongings, she discovered a letter tucked into a book he had been reading. It was a message from Taichi, his final words to her. In it, he expressed his enduring love for Futaba and his deep care for her, even until the very end. With tears streaming down her face, Futaba read the letter, her heart aching with every word. At the end of the letter was a promise: for the two of them to say their final goodbye at their special place. Futaba didn't want to say goodbye. That thought paralyzed her, making her hesitate to leave the house. But as she reread the letter, she could almost feel Taichi's gentle gaze upon her. Gathering her resolve, she stepped outside. She began walking, her destination clear-the place where all their memories were made.

This is my story of falling in love, dealing with a roller coaster of emotions while caring for my husband through his illness, his passing, and living with my grief. Knowing the outcome, it was his choice to not receive a heart transplant. I was angry, until I woke up one day and realized that the only thing that I could do was stand by his side and make his life as comfortable as possible, while making memories for our son.