Looking | March 13, 2020🧩
Missing you my son ..
Thank You Jacob for the adage and to Davena for the photo
There are many times in life, the privileged to have experienced a love beyond compare enlightens our ability to experience compassion and vulnerability.
To have compassion doesn't mean that opening up to strife, but to share an important role in another’s experience. To be vulnerable allows to identify strength based approaches to outside experiences. Strength based approaches differs from one to another. One strength teaches the identifiers in others.
In all the past experiences, there has been no greater teacher than the experience of a child’s death. The in-depth amount of emotional and gut-wrenching pain has been the foundation of personal growth and realization that suicide knows no boundaries. Like an open wound covered by a scab, the death, open wounds and true healing has to begin. To heal from the outside in, only masks the wound, to feel ”it”, then to heal.”it”, and reclaiming the strength to heal from the inside out will be the opening of life’s determined destination.
Never knowing the passion that is a part of destiny, then having it thrown on the plate, like a splash of cold water on a hot flushed face, the realization that death, a suicide death can be prevented if the compassion, the readiness, the willingness and the drive is in place to prevent such action. Hindsight is 20/20 now, if knowing then, what is known now - outcomes would be different. The inability to breathe life in a lifeless body to change the rails after the train has passed is impossible. There is no redo - there is just do now!
With no expectations in place, but the innate knowledge that if the outbreak of kindness defeats the unkindness there is hope that one person can benefit from.