I’m really sad today. I’ve received several messages about my post yesterday regarding the suicide of a 14 year old boy in my town. After getting home, I sat down in front of my computer and read the messages and watched tribute videos people had made for him on YouTube. I then scrolled through the Facebook R.I.P. page a friend had made for him. The supportive comments were overwhelming, but isn’t this always the case after someone suicides?
In the last few months, I’ve been reading my mother’s journals and trying to figure out some way to condense them into some book since they are a historical journal of woman’s change between the ages of 18 and 64. She began her journals in her first days as a freshman at Indiana University and chronicled her life through her early years as a liberal in Chicago, her move with my father to Indianapolis, her years trying to “fit in” as a plastic surgeons wife, their divorce and through her years of recovery from alcoholism and rediscovering herself through her journey.