This year will mark my daughter’s second Christmas. But she didn’t really get much of a first Christmas with her uncle’s suicide last year. Hard to forgive him for that. And a thousand other little reminders. Suicide is a constant knife twist that never goes completely away.
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My sister had died suddenly a few years earlier. If that hadn't happened and I hadn't seen what it did to us, I might not have been able to get through it. Which is strange because her sudden death was one of the reasons I was so depressed. I'm fine now, just miss her.
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I know that feeling. It never goes away. But we do take up the mantle as their living legacy so their spirit is still felt in the world.
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