November 22nd is International Survivors of Suicide Loss Day
It’s probably not an exaggeration to say that most people know of or have a loved one who has committed suicide. This is sad but true.
I myself have a cousin on both my father and my mother’s side of the family who have.
I wrote a post about my father’s brother’s son, who took his life on a hot summer’s day, ten years ago:
seven years later, on a cold day in December, I got the call and sank to my knees on my kitchen floor, when my uncle solemnly informed me of the news.
It had happened again.
Now I had to be the one to tell my mother that her younger brother’s son had ended his own life.
These were some of the hardest words I’ve ever uttered.
This just goes to show that it happens, to people every single day, only after much suffering by the one who eventually can not take it anymore.
I don’t know if there is any hope of ending this sad sad thing, if awareness and understanding will ever be enough.
All I know is that we need each other to help move on when a tragedy such as this strikes a family down. We need to stand back up and be there for one another.
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