When I was 16, I lost my 19 year old brother to suicide. I cried so much, that I have not cried since. Not that I haven’t had reason, but I think I cried all I was ever going to in the months that followed. I’m 63 now, and still remember my biggest fear back then was that people would forget him. I made sure to talk about him any chance …
When I was 16, I lost my 19 year old brother to suicide. I cried so much, that I have not cried since. Not that I haven’t had reason, but I think I cried all I was ever going to in the months that followed. I’m 63 now, and still remember my biggest fear back then was that people would forget him. I made sure to talk about him any chance I could. I think Colin is spot on. There are words, and leaning in was a great way to navigate this tragedy for me.
Alan, your words here reassured me today. I was just this morning thinking of the death last year of my son's close friend, Trevor, age 27. Going to that funeral was wrenching---I did not realize that I could cry non-stop tears for two hours straight. And when I encountered Trevor's brother in the receiving line, I had no idea what to say but something possessed me to avow, "I will never forget Trevor, never." Maybe that was the best thing that I could have done.
When I was 16, I lost my 19 year old brother to suicide. I cried so much, that I have not cried since. Not that I haven’t had reason, but I think I cried all I was ever going to in the months that followed. I’m 63 now, and still remember my biggest fear back then was that people would forget him. I made sure to talk about him any chance I could. I think Colin is spot on. There are words, and leaning in was a great way to navigate this tragedy for me.
I totally understand Alan. I lost my only child to suicide when he was 25. I was very afraid that people would forget him.
Yes always speak their name………
Alan, your words here reassured me today. I was just this morning thinking of the death last year of my son's close friend, Trevor, age 27. Going to that funeral was wrenching---I did not realize that I could cry non-stop tears for two hours straight. And when I encountered Trevor's brother in the receiving line, I had no idea what to say but something possessed me to avow, "I will never forget Trevor, never." Maybe that was the best thing that I could have done.