He said “Sorry” in his suicide note, “I can’t take this anymore.”
He knew this would be hurtful for me and for others who love him.
What would he want for me now?
He would want me to be happy.
To acknowledge his suffering.
To honour his decision.
To be at peace with myself and with the world around me.
To experience deep joy and satisfaction in everything I do.
To look after myself – eat well, take my medicines in time and exercise regularly.
To continue using Apple and not go back to Microsoft.
To remember all the good times.
To do my best to help others in his position.
To know that I did my best to help him.
To feel good about him and about myself.
To laugh a lot even if he is not here to make me laugh.
To give the love I want to give.
To ‘chillax’ and stay ‘coooool’.
To enjoy the ‘goodings’ things of life.
To sing, dance and celebrate what is.
To know that he is never too far away.
To have lots of fancy dress parties.
To not define my identity with his death.
To move on and create something beautiful.
To hold him in my heart with love, not pain.
To set him free on his journey with blessings.
To be kind to myself and everyone else.
To know that our souls are indestructible and we both are everlasting parts of the Big Consciousness.
To know that we will meet again soon.
To believe that everything is alright.
Mainly, to be happy.