Offering hope, comfort and support for survivors of suicide loss.
Guest blogger Michelle H., who lost her son to suicide, returns again this week to share about an aspect of loss we have heard many survivors talk about in group meetings: the significance of particular dates and times associated with a loved one's death. Can you relate?
How Markers of Time Evolve
I've been thinking about why the markers of time are so important to me. In the first few months, I marked the time following my son's death by days ...
This week we welcome Melissa, a sister grieving the loss of her sister AnnMarie. Since becoming a survivor I have found that suicide loss impacts every culture, every religion, and every age group. We thank Melissa for her courage to share her story. Melissa's family created a foundation in honor of AnnMarie. They are working diligently to help our youth, a population that has seen an increasing amount of suicide rates. For more information, ...
As we continue to share different perspectives on loss, we welcome this week Andrew H., who lost his beloved wife to suicide last fall. He shares about their deep love for each other and what it was like in those early hours after learning of her death. While the relationships we all had with our loved ones is a bit different, we are united by the grief suicide can bring. Someone once told me, “it’s the club nobody wants to join.” Thank you so ...
While we have the perspective of losing a parent to suicide, the thought of experiencing the loss of a child in this way seems unthinkable. It saddens us to know that so many of you know this pain. This week, we warmly welcome a guest post from Michelle H., who lost her son Marcus to suicide last summer. Thank you, Michelle, for sharing him and your story with us.
Losing a Child to Suicide
My husband and I formed our family through adoption. ...
This week we welcome guest writer, Sarah Finch. We thank Sarah for sharing her feelings of loneliness following her dad's death by suicide.
LONELINESS
The days following my dad's death by suicide were the loneliest of my life. In a roomful of people, in the midst of a hug, in the middle of a conversation, the resounding thought I had was that I was alone. No one had the relationship I did with my dad, no one knew all the struggles he had ...
