World Suicide Prevention Week

I just finished making a large amount of crepes. This morning I shopped for the ingredients I did not have, soda water, lemon, and cottage cheese dry curd as well as the regular. I was hoping to have my oldest daughter's boyfriend come and help me, so we can bond, but tomorrow may be the day instead. Crepes are an art in itself.. depending if you want to make entree, or dessert crepes. Some people just spread nutella chocolate spread in it and serve it with whipping cream.. Hungarians tend to go with plum or apricot jam, or cottage cheese, with a hint of vanilla sugar on the top. So much for me loosing 2 pounds a week for my pending surgery. My friend reassured me that it is hard to eat healthy now days as there are very limited  healthy foods on the shelves to buy, unless you want to eat beans, legumes or rice/millet all the time. Now my problem is that I have so much produce from the garden, that I would need hours to process it. My pears can be dehydrated for instance, but I'm just not motivated to prepare the fruit. Even with the crepes today, for the very first time I pulled up a high bar chair to do the batter.

There have been other firsts.. My husband and I walked over to the park, and sat on Deborah's bench. It was a lovely sunny day with a wedding, football game, among many picnics, as well as a church service in the park. It is nice to see the commotion, and life surrounding this location of the bench.I am thankful for all the participants who have made this possible. A serene quietness fell on us, as we reflected in our own ways of our dear daughter who took her life. It is also suicide prevention week worldwide. I hope many families take time to be close with their loved ones who are vulnerable. Sometimes, there are no signs of depression or anxiety, sometimes there are no answers only a hollow stare into the future that is no longer the same as before. I have framed Deborah's obituary in a lovely frame, as well as her Sparkling Deborah poem written by Lanny Townsend. Very little tangible things here, other than the cat she loved. I hope next year if Jesus has not come back yet, we can hold the vigil in the park she loved, rather than by the river that swallowed her. This is just my thoughts, I must allow everyone to grieve where they wish. My oldest daughter's boyfriend also lost his best childhood friend to suicide fairly recently. The pain is heart wrenching, and paralyzing. I ask you however, to talk about these feelings of pain, and loss, and not be hindered by the stigma, that is mental health. We all need each other. You are too precious to loose, and life would never be, and never is the same again. Tell your friends this, let them know you care.