When I was 20 years old my father committed suicide. He never gave anyone a clue that he would do this. I have always felt a sense of pity for him, shame for the act, countless what ifs, thousands of gee, I wish I would have been there, along with I wish I could have just one more round of golf with him. He left behind my mother and five other children. We have all managed our lives after this tragedy mostly by not talking about it. In the end the shame of the act is overpowering. I still cringe when I read about the premature death of someones loved one from an accident, cancer, airplane crash, military service etc....and I think how badly that person wanted to live. When my mother died from cancer at 68, I felt awful about suicide because I watched her fight so hard to have another day. Suicide sort of tortures the survivors. My thoughts go out to Zelda Williams. May you too find peace.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 17:14:34 +0000
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