Dedication of This Blog

I will be coming up to my 100,000 th view of"Not One More Suicide" in honor of my daughter Deborah Gordon, who took her life on August 18, 2014. We will never forget that day. It was getting dark, and she has not returned from her job a 15 minute walk from home. Instead of going for a jog, she walked 45 minutes to a bridge, the Patullo Bridge. There were many miracles associated with that night, and the days to follow. I suggest you read some of my earlier posts in the fall of 2014. She jumped as the sun went down, dressed all in black. She left us her running shoes with a note in it with our phone number. She wrote' I am sorry, but I had to do this'. Our daughter aged 19, our baby of 4 girls. Totally stupendous, intelligent, a generous young woman. Bi-lingual, pianist, stunning with dimples blue eyes and blond hair. The police came to show us photo's of her shoes and her sweater, on the deck. Her body was found on the shores of the Fraser River the next day. There were hundreds of boats out that day, due to some fishing event. She was going to be found no matter what. It was God's plan. Her three sisters saw the tapped off area and ambulance and fire truck. The coroner was called.
In the midst of the candle vigil's angels were on the bridge. There was a comment that night over Vancouver. We buried her after a week. A full burial, so all her friends could see her for one last time. 2 pastors, Arne Bryan, also present the man who baptized her just 2 days prior. Countless video's and films and photos. Beautiful music assortments chosen by her sisters. A solemn day with over 500 friends grieving. The pastoral message of 'The Dash' that our lives matter with what we did during the time of the dash.. that follows our birth date, and ultimately the date that follows the dash, the day we die.
Then the procession to the cemetery. The black limo. The tears. The sand. The flowers. The song, the verses of comfort from the bible. Until we meet again, Deborah. Then back to the church, the leftover tables of food, the guests who lingered. Black hats, dresses, shoes. It was not a celebration of her life.. It was a funeral. Notes were put in her coffin, songs were written by friends.
Then the return home. The empty room, empty hearts, and empty lives. Am I not letting go? Or simply, it is impossible to. Our lives scarred forever. Our hopes crushed. Our loved one gone. The air is thick to this day. Relationships have changed under our roof. Pain often dominates. But one thing we know is that this too shall end.Revelations 21:4 New Living Translation
He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever." Revelations 2:10 is on her gravestone,"
Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give to thee the crown of life.