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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It's alright now. I still tear up a little, 13 years after the fact, when I think of her. She was such a dear. But I like to think she would be disappointed in me if I were to wallow. The best way to honor her memory is to carry on so she would be proud of her big brother.
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