I was asked, several times actually, how I managed following my son’s suicide. My initial response was, “You just do.” Reflecting on that response, I think – no I know – there is a better answer.
Healing Hearts of Survivors
Yesterday evening, I attended my first support meeting for those of us left behind by suicide. It was a very interesting combination of uniqueness and familiarity.
Just Checking
I understand there are some racist bastards upset with this commercial. I think it’s great! (The commercial. Not the upset racist bastards.)
Suicide is [not] painless.
My second son, and last of my children, was born May 1, 1989. He weighted 1 pound 9 ounces and spent 99 days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. His first three years was filled with hospital stays, speech and physical therapy, and the struggle to catch-up to the other children his age. The …