Monday, October 4, 2010

Survivors of Suicide

Last night I went on this walk with some friends from church.  Two sons and one brother-in-law in our memories.

I was introduced, briefly, to a lovely and gentle woman, about a generation older than I, I think.  She lost one of her twin sons to suicide ten years ago, when her boys were about thirty years old, and his brother very recently in the same way.

One of my friends and I talked about how we pretend that these are not our real lives.


  1. I tend to pretend that this is not the life I'm living also. I put on make up and wear decent clothes or go to the gym and work out and pretend that I'm not who I am these days. I fear may be getting a little too good at compartmentalizing my life...