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Telling Our Story Although the natural response to a death in a family is to rally around each other for comfort and support, Dad’s suicide did not bring our family together.  My siblings and I were all at different ages and stages when Dad ended his life by suicide. The oldest siblings were twenty-three, twenty-one,…

The Hidden Truth I do not remember the first time I saw the movie, The Wizard of Oz, but I do remember watching it with my kids a few times. The more I watched this movie, the more I noticed the similarities and differences between The Wizard of Oz and Dorothy as well as how…

Forgive I grew up emotionally ignorant. My understanding of how I felt was limited to feeling sad, mad, or glad. Consequently, after my father’s suicide, a barrage of foreign feelings descended upon me and the load seemed enormously cumbersome and awkward. I didn’t know how to label how I felt, but sad and mad were…

Misconceived Ideas I know that by the time I reached my early adolescent years, I’d already formed quite a few ideas, in my subconscious, about life in general. But I did not examine any of those particular notions until I was forced to consider: Why is it that I think this way? One of my…