“It’s the small steps that walk us through this.
It’s the knockdown with the ability to stand.
We may be very shaken after our fall, but we stand in pride for those we loved, that ended it all.
It’s the counting of days, weeks and years we focus on; but we must count the days, weeks and years that they lived.
We can’t forget the time they did live, for that is why we loved them enough to have this pain of ours.
Their leaving moment does not outweigh their living moments. We grieve for many reasons: we grieve for their pain and our loss. Celebrating their life was longer than that moment of passing. Which shall I dwell upon? Their life, their living, their happiness, their achievements… that is where I should dwell. Imagine all the time they carried their pain and their force to live through it. That will never be trumped by their moment of death, for we are still here to stand for their namesake. Their name was never suicide and it should never be that way. Carry them with you no matter how heavily it weighs you down. You are their storyteller now.”