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January 20, 2008 · I'm 57. Divorced after 28 years of marriage, I no longer have a house. I own very little, make a marginal living and I lost my youngest child to suicide when he was 21. At my core I am grateful for it all — even my son's death. It gave me the lens through which to see everything.

I believe in a silver lining.

I will forever carry my son with me. How can a mother not? This is the only choice I had: I could either carry him as a bag of rocks or I could live a life celebrating him. Now let me be honest here: I wailed for months before I figured out how to trade the rocks for the joy, and found the silver lining thing. I'm a people person, but Arrick was really a people person. He told me once, "I talk to everyone I want to talk to."

"Everyone?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah, I might miss someone I need to know."

And now, five years later, I've embraced my son's philosophy.

My daughter on the other hand, is more cautious — she shushes me when she sees I am about to say hello to a strange woman by the subway stop. "You can't do that, Mom," she says half laughing, knowing that I now see every single encounter as filled with possibilities that can make a difference in my life; that I am more eager than ever to connect with others.

Waiting for the train, I hear strains of an Ornette Coleman tune. I smile, and drop a precious $5 bill into the open case. My Arrick played the saxophone. I wish I had his saxophone's soft leather traveling bag with me, so I could give it to this man in case he someday finds himself on the way to a non-street gig. I tell him that. He smiles.

Arrick couldn't figure out how to make his way, how to live out the rest of his life. I believe he wanted to. When I call up that beautiful face and those elegant cocoa-brown fingers running along the sax's keys, I am always convinced of it. The youngest of three, Arrick was the smartest, the funniest, and we all say so.

He was also the darkest, but no one ever saw him as suicide dark. The why of these choices is often not clear — actually downright murky. I still don't know what brought him to suicide. What is clear, however, is that my son continues: He continues to be part of my story, the family's story and every day now, I'm still making connections on his behalf.

And so I smile at the checker in the grocery store, discuss architecture with the homeless guy who reads every bad-weather day in the library. I tell the woman my daughter thinks I shouldn't speak to that I love her fuchsia hat with the funky feathers, and I thank the saxophone player for the fine Coleman on a subway platform in wintry New York City.

Arrick's death made me sit up and pay attention. I lingered on the edges before, playing it safe, but I'm in the game now. Arrick showed me the silver lining and I'm showing it to everyone I meet.

Independently produced for Weekend Edition Sunday by Jay Allison and Dan Gediman with John Gregory and Viki Merrick.

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Wow, that's a really touching article.
Thanks for posting it, clouds.
I hope you're doing well there.

that's a great gift she's received... peace....

thanks for sharing the article!

i think it takes beeeing human to feeeel human sometimes

one of my favorite lines is: Love in action, lives.

hi lara

its a cold sunny day here maybe 28 f degres
i feel ok i guess except gained 5 pounds

how are you?

G'day clouds,
Thanks for asking. I'm doing OK as well. I also think I've gained about 5 pounds myself. I need to work it off.

Haven't been around much for some months and will be away again for the next week. It's still summer holidays here and it's been our first wet summer in years and years and as much as I love heavy rain it does tend to send me a little cabin crazy. I need to pull some weeds while the ground is soft.

Good grief. I just looked at the Temp converter and it says 28F is -2C. I can feel the icy air in my lungs just thinking about it. lol

I hope you're keeping warm and I'm glad that the sun is shining.

take care there.

Needs bumping & rereading. Thanks again Clouds! I hope you shingles pain is better..

do wonder how you are, clouds...you may not know this, but I have seen you around for almost 10 years...since the TS chatroom...

hoping you are going well...

im old and tired lol

its a long story but im alive

vitimin b12 seems to help

and how are you moi?

10 years knowin ya too ((cloudz))

Good to see ya, even if ya are old.

Hi Cloudz!!!

I moved to the Kootenays - near Spokane - still in BC.

Hope you're doing well my friend.