Today, you would have turned 39.
Last year, on this day, I stood at the edge of a mountain lake, tears streaming down my face
While your ashes trickled through my fingers and you settled in your final resting place.
In the two birthdays you have missed, and as I picture you getting older -
All I can remember is you telling me with all sincerity that you would not make it to 40.
It just won’t leave my mind, and I can’t stop thinking about how you made sure that came true.
I’m struggling today baby. I miss you. Happy Birthday.
Hi I was hoping you knew of some community spot where people gather online to support suicide survivors. I recently started a blog to figure out some things regarding my grandmother suicide and need a group of people to reach out to during my journey. my blog is http://www.thesuicideeffect.com I’m very sorry for your loss i know it’s heart wrenching.
I wish I had great resources for you; I haven’t done a lot with online support; other than my blog. Thinking of you, and I wish you the best. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you!