We are all poorer for her loss. Just now I found a painful but wonderful page written by the mom of a son who committed suicide at age 21. Bruce took his life, as most people who commit suicide do, because the pain of living has become too great. He didn't realize that he could have found relief for that pain by sharing his heart with those who loved him. Instead, that pain has been magnified for those left behind, empty-handed. Bruce's mother Roz shared a poem that has helped her through the years, and I hope they will help any survivors of the pain of the suicide of a loved one.
A time will come when my life will cease.From Remembering Bruce: http://tampabaycoalition.homestead.com/RozBruce.html
But when that time comes I ask that you remember these things
Bury my body but don't bury my beliefs.
Bury my heart but don't bury my love.
Bury my eyes but not my vision.
Bury my feet but not the path of my life.
Bury my hands but don't bury my diligent efforts.
Bury my shoulders but not the concerns I carried.
Bury my voice but not my message.
Bury my mind but don't bury my dreams.
Bury me but don't bury my life.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults and my weaknesses'
but let my life continue on in you.
-by Ronald Rohr