We received some heartbreaking news this past weekend. A friend’s son committed suicide. At this point the details are vague but what is there to know. The bitter truth is that a beloved son is gone and his mother is broken; the details of the act are irrelevant. There will be talk but we must remember that we can never measure another person's pain; know their inner turmoil.
I never met Tracey as a man, but I met him as a small boy and I can clearly see his face when I close my eyes. It’s a parent’s worst nightmare to bury a child. We would gladly go first to spare ourselves this anguish.
I feel useless. There is no comfort to offer, no amount of sympathy or I'm sorry will ease this pain. I can’t know how she feels, I can’t offer words of solace, words are hollow and without form, they can’t fill the black abyss.
Some say those who kill themselves are selfish. They don’t think of anyone but themselves. I personally don’t believe this to be true. We know nothing of another person’s pain. If they are suffering enough to contemplate leaving this mortal coil, how can it be selfish to want release, search for peace? One thing is for sure. No matter how close our relationships are, we never truly know what is in another person’s heart or in their thoughts.
Suicide leaves a painful imprint on those left behind. They have to pick up the pieces and deal with the aftermath, ask questions that may not have answers, suffer the total and utter helplessness of an aching heart. There is now another glass in the world that will always remain half empty no matter how many tears pour into it.
I never met Tracey as a man, but I met him as a small boy and I can clearly see his face when I close my eyes. It’s a parent’s worst nightmare to bury a child. We would gladly go first to spare ourselves this anguish.
I feel useless. There is no comfort to offer, no amount of sympathy or I'm sorry will ease this pain. I can’t know how she feels, I can’t offer words of solace, words are hollow and without form, they can’t fill the black abyss.
Some say those who kill themselves are selfish. They don’t think of anyone but themselves. I personally don’t believe this to be true. We know nothing of another person’s pain. If they are suffering enough to contemplate leaving this mortal coil, how can it be selfish to want release, search for peace? One thing is for sure. No matter how close our relationships are, we never truly know what is in another person’s heart or in their thoughts.
Suicide leaves a painful imprint on those left behind. They have to pick up the pieces and deal with the aftermath, ask questions that may not have answers, suffer the total and utter helplessness of an aching heart. There is now another glass in the world that will always remain half empty no matter how many tears pour into it.
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