Suicide. Our hearts are heavy, today, they will be heavy for the days and years ahead, in this unfamiliar territory. A vibrant young man, my cousins’ son is no longer with us. The distinct aroma of frankincense and roses at his service was overwhelming; as is the loss. His family honored his life at his memorial service. I get teary-eyed thinking about it; sadness for him, for my family, for his friends and all those people whose lives he touched.
There is nothing that you love more than your child. It’s a love that is undefinable, intangible and not understood–even by your own child–try as a parent may to convey that love. In my opinion, based on my experience, you only understand this love once you have a child of your own. That love is powerful, consuming, and thinking about this, makes my heart break.
My cousin, may you be at peace in Heaven, in God’s hands. Be a guardian angel to your parents, sister, family and friends who miss you and will love you, always. I will try my best to watch over your family and provide outlets for whatever support they may need.
I know I am not alone in this mission to do something more, for you, in honor of your life. It cannot be coincidence that I was introduced to the Jordan Porco Foundation for Suicide Prevention, and I plan to reach out to the incredible network of folks that support that foundation and its mission to educate youth, primarily high school and college age kids.
If this blog resonates with you, I encourage you reach out as well.