Visited the Graveside; Again

Well, we are still sitting in smoke in Vancouver , BC, Canada. My eyelids feel like 5 pounds each from the wildfire smoke. I wonder what the people in France feel like. Are the fire's under control in France? Rain is something we should all be praying for. God is faithful, even when we fail. I'm waiting for a box of peaches to ripen so I can make some pies. I got a hold of some ascorbic acid to prevent the fruit from browning. I have never used it in the past.

On Monday, I will be meeting a new lady who lost her son to suicide at the funeral home. We will go for a walk together. It is going to be her first time there. I hope I can be of gentle support for her. Yesterday, I was at the grave. I poured fresh water for the crows, and put out 2 trays of seeds and suet. I put white flowers on Debora's grave , and red rose petals on the grass nearby her. I watered the grass. Despite all that I do, I'm feeling like a looser, and unaccomplished. I can't seem to stop this horrendous trend in the loss of our youth's lives. Trump has it right in the fact he want's to stop drug flow, and addictions. His own brother passed due to some addictive substance; maybe alcohol.. I forgot. There seems to be little improvement in the ability to talk to people about suicidal thoughts or whatever. Why is the stigma continuing?? What more can we do? I'm getting tired of visiting the grave.