I wish we could sit down and share a cup of coffee and a hug dear lady.
I couldn't and wouldn't talk about our Michael for 8 years after he died...why? because it was suicide....his choice..a big, healthy, good looking, intellegent 32 year old....(or was he 31??) He wasn't physically ill which would have made it easier to understand his action...he certainly was in mental anguish or he wouldn't have taken that path. To me it was the ultimate rejection and I was years getting over the anger I felt at him for leaving so many (including an 8 yrs old son) behind.

You know that I lost my oldest friend recently to galloping pancreatic cancer. There wasn't enough time between the dx and her death to really get used to the idea. Today I got an email from her oldest daughter who will walk for her mom..the Pancreatic Cancer walk...I will of course support her.

What I haven't posted about is the wedding we attended last Friday night...it was the oldest daughter of another old friend who passed away two months ago..very sudden and after all the wedding invitations were out and the plans made. Her name was Nancy and we all knew that she would have wanted that wedding to go on....it was a very emotional affair.

When I quoted LaRita Archibald, I should have been more specific...in my new SOS newsletter there is an article about Suicide Survivor's Beatitudes and they are so right on.

Best friends share everything for the most part...secrets that they will take to their grave rather than betray the trust we feel.

(((BMW))) It's hard but it's worth it.