Walked with Suicide Survivors

Just came home from my walk in the cemetery with other suicide survivors. We noticed the bronze vases that were missing from the theft that occurred about a week ago. It must have been an organized crime. Apparently, they only get about 15 dollars per vase, but they stole close to 200. Thankfully, we retrieved ours as soon as we heard, and have been using a plastic vase for the time being. The new group for substance use deaths have started at Valley View Cemetary, in Surrey. There were doves released on Mother's day, and now more doves to be released on Father's day. After our walk, and coffee I attended to the graveside. A blue sky, and slight breeze accompanied my prayers, my hope for soon meeting Deborah in the air.
 We are all at a different place of our mourning. Just talking sometimes helps, or even silence. There are no good answers to appease our torment and pain. More and more youth are lost to overdose deaths, which some also consider to be suicide. No pills are safe. Don't take a chance. Despair I have only known for a very short time after my pregnancy, but it left after some time in the fresh air, light and commotion. I never prepared my placenta for consumption. I never even heard of this until a few years ago. Just know that the way you feel, will change, will get better. God said He will not tempt us with more than we can bare. If this is the case, then surely we must reach out for help. Try distraction, try prayer, try a bubble bath, try walking barefoot on pebbles, try a glass of wine, or have a friend hug you. There is no harm in asking for that touch. We are human, and not only our desired will change with time, but we also will change. The only constant is God, who said that He will not give us more than we can bear. Please reach out to a friend or stranger today.