for myself to have something to say. Not usually a problem for me. But I find, as Year Six without my beautiful son begins, that I have nothing.
There's a link up there, On Suicide Loss, that contains some stuff I wrote about surviving a child's suicide. What was I thinking?
Here's some of what I know so far:
Do the next thing. Whatever the next thing is. Write a paper. Bake some brownies. Mow the lawn. Get ordained. Pack a suitcase. Call a friend. Preach a sermon. Walk on the beach. Listen to someone's story. Go back to bed for the day. Believe in something. Believe in nothing.
The next thing. Just do it. That about covers what works.