There are many things I remember about the day my son, Tom, died.
I remember the last thing I said to him and his reply. I have the last text he sent me about the books he ordered for his next quarter at college and the last text I sent to him when he was not home when expected.
I remember calling his dad and asking if he knew where Tom was because he wasn’t home yet. I remember his return call telling me Tom was dead and me arguing with ...
Reflecting on Eight Years since Losing Dad to Suicide
It is hard to believe that it has been eight years since losing dad to suicide. Much has happened in the last eight years, all of which my dad hasn't been a part of. I think that's what hurts the most. While we talk about my dad often, it doesn't replace the fact that he is no longer here. This year's anniversary seems to be hitting harder than it has in a while. Maybe it's the after-Christmas blues when the dust settles and there is little to ...
From Wife to Widow in a Matter of Minutes
This week we welcome Karen, who opens up about going from wife to widow in a matter minutes after losing her husband Steve to suicide. Thank you Karen for sharing your grief journey with us.
It’s been nearly a year and a half since I came home to find my husband had hung himself in our garage. In that moment, my brain fractured. I thought he had rigged up some cruel Halloween joke despite the fact that I was looking into the face of the man I ...
I am Not Accepting My Dad’s Suicide, and That’s Ok.
This week, we welcome Sarah who writes about finding peace without finding acceptance. Do you know what the Stages of Grief were intended for? I felt this was the perfect opportunity to offer a little education on the topic. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross interviewed individuals in a hospital who were dying from a terminal illness. These are the stages THEY went through prior to dying. Makes a lot of sense, right? The stages were never meant for survivors ...
How a Suicide Introduced me to my Authentic Self
I never thought it would take a suicide to introduce me to my authentic self. I speak often about finding purpose in our pain. I get a number of questions following that statement, "Well how in the heck do I do that?" If I knew the exact way believe me, I would share. What I have come to find on the journey that began the day my father died by suicide, is that purpose comes from authenticity. In the midst of the pain, I was introduced to my ...
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