Monday, December 1, 2008
Why? Why? Why?
I’ve come to realize I may never understand “why”. But I keep asking “why?” The reason to know why would be change the outcome and that can't be changed. So I need to stop asking why. It’s just hard to accept that there is no more Mark, only memories. I grieve for myself and for his family losing him, but because I feel sad that he had to feel such hopelessness and despair. A friend of mine sent me a book that I devoured, Finding Your Way after the Suicide of Someone You Love by David B. Biebel and Suzanne L. Foster. I recommend it to any survivors of suicide.
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Judy,
Thank you again, for the sympathy card you sent last year and most recently, your Christmas card. I am sorry for not replying. I have been thinking about you and I thought I would "google" your name to find out your email address. I came across your blog and read about Mark. I was shocked and saddened to hear about him. I am so sorry! So sorry! It brought back a lot of memories. He was so soft spoken and kind. I still have the song he wrote for me on purple paper. It is a little worn now, but I still have it. You have my heart felt sympathy. How are you holding up? How is your mother and sister doing? conniesassistant@yahoo.com
I have photos of my family on "MySpace" search for Sigurd and Cheryl
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