Thursday, March 10, 2016
My Father's Suicide: 13 Years Ago
Even typing that now feels unbelievable, as if it's somehow detached from my life. Everything that happened? Sometimes I can't help but feel like it all happened to someone else or happened another lifetime ago. It feels so far removed from my life now. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'm not entirely sure.
I also wasn't entirely sure of what I wanted to say in this post. I was thinking about it all last night -- about how I'd NEVER want to go back to my life then -- and I kept coming back to the two photos above. I feel like they perfectly capture the essence of the relationship I had with my father. He was a supporter, a protector, a cheerleader, a kind soul, a family man and a fun partner in crime. It didn't matter if you'd known him your whole life or just met him -- he'd always treat you like you were somebody special.
P.S. Reflecting on my father's suicide in 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 and 2015.