“Each obituary that resembles a loss like ours ignites the memory of my daughter’s last moments on this earth as she played a mental game of ping pong, wondering if she had any more will left in her to stay.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
- Loss of Child
“Each obituary that resembles a loss like ours ignites the memory of my daughter’s last moments on this earth as she played a mental game of ping pong, wondering if she had any more will left in her to stay.”
“Please be aware, get help if your thoughts are unhealthy, and help promote suicide prevention and awareness – not only during September, but always, no matter how uncomfortable it may feel.”
“This was ‘the call’ that fueled our passion to fight and prevent other moms, dads, families, or friends from finding themselves answering the phone just to realize this was ‘the call’ they never ever wanted to answer.”
“It is estimated that 115 people are exposed to a single suicide, with 1 in 5 reporting this experience had a devastating impact or caused a major-life disruption. We need to bond together.”
“It became apparent to me very early on this was not something you can move on from. I had to make a decision. Do I follow the ‘rules’ of grief the way society has so neatly outlined and put into a box? Or do I take the time to sit in my grief, acknowledge her, and let her consume me until I am no longer afraid of the shadowy parts of my soul? I chose the second option.”
“‘What did I miss? Was there anything I could have said or done?’ I’ll never have an answer on this side of heaven from my loved one, but I want YOU to never have to ask that question to yours.”
“Before her accident, I was still wet cement. While I am certain it’s solid now, she marked her little hand prints all over it. I feel her in the rainbows, butterflies, sunsets, laughter of our daughters. We will live each day to honor her as best as we can.”
“If you struggle with depression or addiction, there is hope. There is life after addiction and there can be recovery. Don’t travel the road alone.”
“I would read, ‘I’m sorry for your loss,’ and reply, ‘And I’m sorry for yours.’ The question, ‘How can you do that at the most devastating time of your life?’ was asked of me. I could not yet analyze any of the feelings swirling within me.”
“I exist somewhere between a past I can’t reconcile with a future I don’t want to face. I see you in the stars and in the daisies that you send our way. Not a second goes by I don’t think of you.”