Restinpeace Stories

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*Thirteen, With No Goodbye* is a raw and unflinching exploration of loss, resilience, and the haunting echoes of grief that stretch across a lifetime. At just 10 years old, I stood in the shadow of a devastating truth: my mother had breast cancer. In the pages of this book, I open the doors to my deepest memories, revealing the trauma of that moment and the years that followed. Through vivid recollections, I take you through the moments I never wanted to remember, the pain I tried to bury, and the confusion of losing my mother at the tender age of 13, in 7th grade, when life felt as though it was just beginning to unfold. Her battle with cancer was not just hers; it became mine, and the lives of my seven sisters who were left behind to pick up the shattered pieces of a family we didn't know how to rebuild. This is not just the story of my mother's illness or her death. It is the story of how I learned to carry a grief that never truly left me, how I struggled to find my place in a world that felt colder, emptier, and more uncertain without her. Even at 29 years old, the weight of that trauma remains-woven into the fabric of my life in ways I never imagined. The grief still lingers, and the scars still ache. In *Thirteen, With No Goodbye*, I delve deep into the psychological and emotional aftermath of growing up with the specter of loss. I recount how my mother's death changed me forever, how it reshaped my understanding of love, family, and identity. This is a journey of healing and remembering-of facing the wounds that remain open and tender, even all these years later. Through these pages, I hope to connect with others who have experienced similar pain, to remind them that they are not alone in the struggle to move forward while still carrying the weight of what was lost. My mother may be gone, but her memory lives on in every word, every tear, every part of me that still carries her love-and in that, there is hope.

This is a tribute to my grandpa.

What I have to say about her passing away

Abigail loves to read, but a few months ago she decided that she didn't just want to read the stories. She has the desire to mimic some of the character's actions. The murderer's in particular. Now Vikki, her older sister, has found out about Abigail's crimes and wants to confront her, but it goes worse then she expected. It might have gone better for Vikki if she had just left Abigail to her habits.

I use humor to stop myself from crying

Did it ever happen to you that you changed so much, you feel like a new person? The way you think, the way you see the world. It's just so different than who you once were. But you miss your old self... You miss the times when you believed in fairy tales, when you were safe in a bubble. The things you once believed in, now just make you laugh. I said goodbye to that pure version of me, that was too naive for this world. Highest rankings: #6 vulnerable #6 losingmyself #22 lostsouls

I'm not the best at writing. Nobody else should read this. I truly am an amateur.

There was this uncle that everyone loved he was funny,kind, and helpful. If there were any issue and he was by it he would stop it. Everyone in his family loved him. But there were three kids that would fight a lot there names were Brayden,Roman and Klarissa. Roman and klarissa are brothers and sister and Brayden is there cousin. Brayden and Roman fought more than anyone and they got into a fist fight in front of the uncle and he stopped it. And made them shake hands and become friends again. He was so kind but one time something bad happened the uncle was at a bar with his friends and one of them got drunk and went in the driver seat of his car with the uncle in the passenger seat. And in the middle of him driving he started driving crazy and the uncle was telling him to stop the car but his friend didn't and they crashed and the uncle died. When his family found out they were traumatized. The uncle was only 27 with a kind heart but just because his friend didn't let him out the car he's gone. The uncle's name was James Ross ragsdel and this story is based on a true story

The poem named 'A painful Truth' that is written by a sixteen year old teenager that is soo me is all about how I feel after my grandma's departure from this world ! It's written for her utmost remembrance

This is real. This is actually the last day I saw my dog, the one who was beside me when I shed my tears. The one who loved me when I thought no one else did... Make the most of moments, before moments turn to memories...

A short, heartfelt story about family, love, loss, and the memory of a woman who touched many lives with her kindness.

this is my first poem I've ever written. it's dedicated not only to late Albanian singer Shpat Kasapi, but to others who have left this earth too young. also mentions my late friend who died at the tiny age of 21 in August 2025 Ode to a man whose death hurts honestly more than it should 🥲 Rest in peace. Shpat Kasapi. Rest in peace, Jackie.

soooooooooooooooooo these are my OWN and sooo plz don't copy ok, ok! :3

This is a true story from my pov of my dad. I dedicate this all to him. Forever in my heart no longer by my side. 9/18/53 ~ 12/28/18

~ Written from the point of view of Seungkwan (seventeen member) to his beloved best friend Moonbin (Astro member) ~

My letter to Jonghyun oppa. The shining star. I will also add some poetry. Please love and remember jonghyun in your hearts . Thank you so much !