At the risk of being cliche, today’s prompt made me think: Life is sacred.
Yesterday, I attended funeral services for a young woman, who took her own life at the mere age of twenty-seven-years-old. Her pain must have felt great. Her pain has ended. Pain, in the form of grief, has come to rest on her family and friends. The anguish her parents and young husband were feeling was palpable, sorrow invading their very being to its core. The feeling so pervasive that it crowds everything else out, until it alone survives. And yet, they shared stories about her life with humor and hope for the rest of us.
This is not the first time suicide has touched my life. The first time was in high school, when a very close friend chose to end his life. Since then, there have been others. And I don’t know why, but this is the third person I have known that died by their own hand this year. Two of them were mothers in their mid-forties. Thankfully, I have only been affected on the fringes, meaning no one in my immediate family has found this as the answer to suffering.
It isn’t my intention to judge anyone who feels suicidal or has attempted suicide, or discuss it at length. I don’t really understand it. My only purpose here is to encourage anyone who is contemplating suicide to pause and find help, or if you know someone who might need help, intervene before it is too late.
The Daily Post Daily Prompt: Sacred