I haven't been blogging this month, because I have been away in the upper plains state the past two weeks.
You see, on January 15,
my 19 year old, gifted, talented, wonderfully beloved nephew hung himself in his mother's (my sister's) garage.
This suicide has blew us all to pieces.
There is so much to say about the experience...and yet I have no words. Right now, at least....
and yet life goes on, time keeps passing....
Aric had a tatoo on his back. A picture of wooden doors open, with a prayer: "Open wide the door, to whatever makes me love You more."
People have been abundant in generousity and kindness...
I am struck, too...at how many people's lives, families...have suicide death in them.
I hate the word suicide...the way it sounds...is what it is.
Back to planning a women's retreat that I am leading tomorrow.
I will unpack more of this later.
"What IS this?" - Hot Cross Buns This Lent and Holy Week have been different from the others, I'm not sure why. Perhaps because I'm exploring life and faith in different ways ...
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