My father committed suicide with an overdose of prescription medicine taken in conjunction with alcohol. Alcohol is a depressant that exacerbates suicidal tendencies in those who are prone to such self-destructive acts. I was 16 years old at the time. I was wrongly ashamed of my father’s suicide for most of my life. In fact, that feeling of shame is one of the great regrets of my life. With the combination of drugs and alcohol my dad might not have even intended to take his life.
Browsing: death
Michael’s death has helped me learn countless things about myself, my family, and God. Instead of pushing God away when Michael died…
In time, Ron asked Denver to move in with him, which lasted 8 1/2 years until Denver’s death on March 31 at age 75. “We just lived life together,” Ron says.
November, the month that houses Thanksgiving Day is very special to me. Aside from eating to a state of stupor and feeling like an overfed octopus,…
The other day I watched a documentary on whales and I was astonished at what happens to them when they die. I wondered if they evaporated…
He was a sucker for sob stories, and would easily part with his money…
This scene of my weeping grandmother, my observing father and my confused self has haunted me till this day. Had I known, I could have made that day a very memorable one.
During the initial throes of widowhood.
It was a struggle in which he suffered entirely alone having hidden his depression from those he loved.
Family and friends will find an added benefit that with a virtual funeral it will eliminate the rush for them to spend a lot of money they most likely didn’t have in their budget.