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.
So.
Back to planning a women's retreat that I am leading tomorrow.
I will unpack more of this later.
Waiting for Christmas
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Dorothy Day and the Holy Family of the Streets” by Kelly Latimore On this
last Sunday of Advent, we read Matthew’s account of the birth of Jesus.
There a...
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5 comments:
Silent prayers and sometimes there are no words.
I just found your blog via RevGals...and was profoundly touched by the events in your life.
i'm very sorry. you and your family will be in my prayers.
How dreadful for all of you. This does happen in families and it is really a shocking experience to go through. A couple or even more of my friends have told me stories of their devastation when a cousin or nephew or near relative just cannot face life any more. My sincere condolences.
I am so sorry for you loss. My heart goes out to you and your family.
I am so very sorry--prayers arising for all.
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