Finding Hope and Healing After My Brother’s Murder
From my perspective, I think what sets homicide survivors apart from others who have also lost loved ones is perhaps replaying their family member’s last moments on this earth: How much did they know? Were they scared? What went through their mind? Were they in pain? It’s those very thoughts that often haunt us at night and those quiet times during the day when there are no distractions.
Navigating Sibling Loss
By: Niki Incorvia The following is the opinion and analysis of the writer. I have known people throughout my life who lost a sibling for one reason or another – […]
Wear Orange Weekend
As part of National Gun Violence Awareness Day and wear orange weekend, Homicide Survivors hosted a photo session and workshop to honor the lives taken by firearms.
A Letter to My Daughter
May 2, 2022, we should be celebrating your 15th Birthday, but time forever froze you at 13; there’s not a second that goes by that I don’t miss you.
The Mighty Pen
By: Pablo Medina Moreno The following is the opinion and analysis of the writer. The poem was written by Pablo Medina Moreno in memory of his brother Marco Antonio Medina Moreno. I […]
Poema: Juan Martín Cuen Amauiza
Jesus esta contigo y conmigo. Ungiendo nuestras cabeza y un Angel seras para mi y tu hijas. Nunca más volverás con nosotros.
Impact Statement: Robert Detwiler
To think I must sum up my brother’s life on a piece of paper of what he meant to me and how much this has impacted my life is beyond me. No words can sum up 33 years of memories and one year of heartbreak. Robert Detwiler was not only my brother but a best friend.
April Barbosa’s Wellbeing through Grief
My soul had been shattered, I was no longer in control, and my mental health was deteriorating. How could I live when I hadn’t even realized my younger daughter was in danger? I had given up without even knowing it.
Jackie’s Irish Strawberry Tree
We planted Jackie’s Irish strawberry tree on his first heavenly anniversary. The beautiful sunny day was filled with love and grief, and our hearts are still in total disbelief.
Bernadette’s Journey through Grief
It’s been nearly 29 years since my mother’s murder. I was a 20-year-old college student, and I wish I would have known all my feelings were valid and that no one’s grief is the same. Two people can deal with the same loss differently, and that’s alright.