My mom took her own life when I was six years old. She was 31. As I am quickly approaching the same age she died, I am fighting daily to make sure my story doesn’t end like hers. My name is Nikki. I’m 29 years old, a graduate from Grandview Heights High School, and a stay at home mom. I work at home by filming and editing videos for my YouTube channel (NikkiLeighLifestyle) where I have almost 60k subscribers and over 20 million video views. I’ve had this channel since 2010 and have received letters from all over the world and of all races and age...

A Story of Grief @jessfpetersen "I am a married mom of three kids - Sadie, Colin and Elise. My husband Brian and I have been married for 11 years, but have known each other since we were kids. I work in media relations for Lifeline of Ohio and consider it a privilege to work in the field of organ, eye and tissue donation. I am also the #1 Button Artist in the state of Ohio...

"It was Friday the 13th of 2002, and the first anniversary of 9/11 was coming up, and I just kept having this dreaded feeling that Friday the 13th was going to be a really bad day. I had no idea why, so I went on with my day.  Lindsay came home from school and decided she was going to go work out with her best friend.   About an hour later after she left, the phone rang, and it was her best friend Morgan. She said, “Kathy, Lindsay fainted. You need to get over here right away.” She fainted at the gym on the treadmill.  So, at...

Meet Don & Claire [caption id="attachment_9326" align="aligncenter" width="537"] In Loving Memory of Claire Glass[/caption] "Claire was an amazing young lady, and I think it’s easy for a father to say that, but she truly was.  She was blessed with giftedness. She was extremely academically gifted. It was a challenge because when we realized she needed more, nobody believed us.  It wasn’t until the 2nd grade when we saw a psychiatrist, and they did an analysis of her and they basically said, she’s brilliant. When she was in 8th grade she scored a 30 on the ACT, and got a perfect score on the PSAT. You look at...

I can remember it like it was yesterday. The day that my mother told me that my sweet, big brother Anthony was killed in Iraq. I had just returned home early from a Cedar Point trip with my friends. We were going to stay one more night, but my friends mother kept saying "We really need to get home, We really need to get back."  In hind sight I remember my mom sounding sad on the phone the night before, but she said she was just tired. We pulled up to my house and my mother met us outside. She gave my friends mom a really...

Jan’s story I grew up as an ordinary kid, but my life story has little too many unplanned and unexpected turns that made me the person who I am today. Sit tight, and stay with me while I take you through my roller coaster journey. I am from Sri Lanka, a small island nation at the south tip of India. I grew up as the eldest child in the family with my younger brother. My brother was born with a heart defect, and the doctors determined that there was no cure. He was under the constant watch of my parents; nevertheless, no one could tell he...

I have to tell this story. I know I have to tell it for two main reasons. There has been a voice inside of me saying, "just do it already!" for months. My friend just happened to start this blog entitled,Columbus Stories, which I took as a sign that it needed to be done. What better reasons to tell a story, right?  You want to tell it, and someone wants to hear it. And so, here it is: Our Story I keep trying to think how to summarize us. In a few paragraphs?  How?  We lived a lifetime in sixteen years together. So fast. Too fast. I decided that even though many...

My grandma died. I almost died. My stepmom was diagnosed with throat cancer. My mom had a year full of surgeries and we almost lost her. I know, everyone goes through tough times--and they move on--they heal, and they put those horrible memories in their distant memory. They move them to a spot that is not in the forefront, but in a place where only certain triggers cause the memories to reappear. Well, most people do. Not me. So, after my grandma passed away, I was heartbroken. Like, I really felt like my heart was broken. It hurt...