As I try to find words to fit the horrendous pain now felt over the loss of their child, I do our friends a gross injustice. There are none; words don’t exist to capture the horror they are currently experiencing. I fall miserably short.
I post in honor of our dear friends who lost their grown son to suicide this past weekend. He took his life on his mother’s birthday.
May our friends find peace and hope in the weeks and months to come; may your troubled spirit, young man, rest easy, and may we all take a moment, this moment, to remember the below:
“Very few of us are what we seem.”
“There is never nothing going on.
There are no ordinary moments.”