Feb 13

18 Years Later… Has My Grief Reached the Age of Majority? (An Open Letter)

Do 18 years mean that my grief has reached the age of majority? Do 18 years mean that the pain of losing you will become less intense? Do 18

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Feb 13

18 Years Later… Has My Grief Reached the Age of Majority? (An Open Letter)

Do 18 years mean that my grief has reached the age of majority? Do 18 years mean that the pain of losing you will become less intense? Do 18

Feb 7

Love Does Not Die

Today I’d like to briefly talk about how my two-year-old daughter is teaching me about a significant aspect of my grief. Enjoy!

Jan 10

Sometimes there is no "positive"

Sometimes grief really brings me to my knees. Sometimes there is just no positive...

Dec 20, 2020

A New Layer to my Grief

I never knew that becoming a parent would alter my grief and orphanhood experience, yet here I am with a two-year-old daughter and a bett...

Nov 15, 2020

For me to BE, they WERE

... This brings me to the topic of today’s blog post – realising that my parents will always be a part of me.

Oct 21, 2020

To the Sister I’ll Never Know

Poem in honour of my sister, Grace, who passed away in 1992. She was only 4 years old (and i was just a baby)...

Oct 11, 2020

To my Daughter's Grandparents

have written this poem for mom and dad, to help them celebrate their granddaughter’s birthday.

Sep 20, 2020

My Ultimate Grief Sacrifice

Today, I’d like to tell you about what I find to be the ultimate grief sacrifice that both my heart and mind have had to make.

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Hi there! My name is Stella, and welcome to Orphan Writes.

I was born in the early 90s to Congolese (DRC) parents in the heart of Johannesburg, South Africa. Ten years later, both my parents died in a car accident on the SAME DAY. Parentless, my childhood turned into a nightmare - hunger, poverty, abuse, molestation, suicide attempts, depression...

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18 Years Later… Has My Grief Reached the Age of Majority? (An Open Letter)

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18 Years Later… Has My Grief Reached the Age of Majority? (An Open Letter)

Love Does Not Die

Sometimes there is no "positive"

A New Layer to my Grief

For me to BE, they WERE

To the Sister I’ll Never Know

To my Daughter's Grandparents

My Ultimate Grief Sacrifice

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