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.

What I have to say about her passing away

I use humor to stop myself from crying

If you've lost your mom, these are for you.

A short read.

I don't have access to the gmail which this account is made on, I don't know the password, and frankly I need phone space. So, I will be deleting Wattpad off of my phone (where I am logged into this account). I can't delete this account either because that requires the password and I don't remember what it was, and I can't reset it. This account shall stay as a memory for me.

What are you afraid of? Death?

3 times a year a very handsome man visits my shop and buys the most expensive flowers. Every time he comes over we talk for at least 5 hours straight and one day I decide to ask him why he comes only 3 times. in no way i am showing disrespect to my idol, it's not my intention but if somehow you feel offended by something feel free to express yourself and I will do my best to change it <3 | this story contains member of SHINee jonghyun | -this whole story is based on a dream I have every year since 2017- •if you are sensitive to death please do not read• ~ enjoy ~ Started : 20/14/20 At : 7:43pm Ended: ??/??/?? At: ??:?? ??

Matthew Leong, the former animator on YouTube passed away from food-poisoning at age 14, on January 2, 2023, they were 39 days shy of their 15th birthday. Besides their paternal grandmother, they were preceded in death by their 102-year-old paternal great-grandmother born in 1916. Matthew will also be dearly missed by his beloved friends, 16-year-old Charlie Watanabe of Japan and 16-year-old Karl Julius Fitzgerald of Germany. He was also survived by 3 siblings and several cousins Burial will be at the Japanese-American National Cemetery

I may never see you again, but you will continue to live on in my memory. These are short stories-dreams, memories, and moments-about my late best friend, Camren. Some are good. Some are not. But all of them have happened to me. Enjoy.

Rest in peace, the sweetest and best dog I will ever own♡

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

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This is dedicated to my dog, Brutus, who got put down.

Come here to vent, rant or comfort. Technoblade was dear to all of us. This is not clickbait or anything... I wish it was.

This is about a late friend. He passed in the summer. Unfortunately, he committed suicide and had many demons his entire life, but he was an amazing person. I don't know exactly how to honor him, but I want him to still exist somewhere.