I attended the funeral of a 16 year old boy who succumbed his injuries due to attempted suicide. I choose not to view the body of this sweet child, except to see the glorious wooden casket at the corner of the church. The church was full of his friends and relatives. The father of the boy obviously lost weight, much weight in the ordeal of these past weeks. I can't tell you how very sad this occasion was, despite the knowledge that God is still in control, and that the boy is in a better place than we are.
Depression is a killer, and age is not a factor. Depression and anxiety is something that people do not understand. I still don't understand.
The boy was loved by his parents, siblings. He was from a well to do family, not poor. Many were saturated with tears by the time the service was over, and well into the reception. The rawness of the death in our community brought back fresh the feeling of the day, when we burried our daughter Deborah at age 19. My heart felt as if it was shaking the whole time. Yet, I had to go and attend to encourage the family. I assurred them that this was not the end. Ressurection Day is coming. We will see our beloved. Soon, we will not be talking about how our loved ones died, but hopefully how they lived, and what beautiful people they were.
Please seek help if you are experiencing depression. You deserve it, and so does your family.
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