Offering hope, inspiration and support to those who have lost a loved one to suicide.
I feel I’ve reached quite a milestone in my grief journey, which is slightly bittersweet. Less than two weeks ago, I passed the fifth birthday following my dad’s death by suicide. He would have turned 69 this year. It's amazing to see how my emotions and reaction to this date have changed over time… Thanks to Facebook’s “See Your Memories” prompting, I scrolled through the posts I issued in his honor through the years.
In 2012, just eight ...
This holiday season, we'd like to extend warm wishes of peace, comfort and hope to our dear readers. Cherish the special memories of your loved ones, especially during this time. Here are some of mine from years past.
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Life after suicide leaves you feeling unsettled as you question whether you knew the person you lost. The person that died that day looks nothing like the person you knew. How could I have not known? You often know the person you lost for the duration of either their life or your own. In that amount of time, you just assume you know exactly who that person is. But the truth is, we often don't truly know the person at all. Why is that?
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Last month, the local Rotary Club hosted a golf outing in my dad’s name and memory to raise funds for a scholarship to benefit area students. We were touched they chose to honor him in this way, especially four years after his death. It’s easy to feel like most people have forgotten about him by now.
I attended the dinner reception after the outing and braced myself to see several of my dad’s colleagues, friends and golf buddies. As the ...
Fairly often, I find myself wondering what life would be like if my dad were still alive. It’s hard not to think about what could have been, though I know that’s a slippery slope.
I wonder how my dad would have liked being a grandfather. I wonder what memories would have come with him meeting my daughter for the first time or spending holidays together with a baby.
As I sit in a weekly music class with my daughter, I watch as another child ...
