
09/10/2025
If you have lost someone to su***de, then you know that it brings a different kind of grief.
On the one-year anniversary of Justin’s death, I felt an internal pull to make the two-hour drive to my best friends grave. Below is an excerpt from my memoir that might help others who feel consumed by such a profound loss.
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Before walking out the door, I grabbed something from my office desk as a way to reflect.
Shortly after Justin’s passing, my wife, Tanya, had surprised me with the most thoughtful gift. She had taken the time to create a beautiful collage that included several pictures of Justin and me. On the top, she pasted individual silver letters that read “soulmates.”
After arriving at the countryside cemetery, I took a seat beside Justin’s grave and propped the picture frame upright beside me. Immediately, it slammed down. Ever so carefully, I placed it in the same spot, and again it slammed down. It wasn’t even windy. The third time produced the same result, and now I was mad. I stood up, opened my arms wide, and yelled, “What’s going on?”
To my complete surprise, I got an answer. For real, I heard a response loud and clear.
“Enough.”
Without having to think about it, I knew the exact meaning behind that message. For the past year, I had spent so much time thinking about what I could have done, or what I felt I should have done, that I ended up missing out on the journey that I was supposed to take in the first place.
Driving away from the cemetery, I realized a shift had taken place. While the pain remained, I knew that I would no longer be consumed by such a profound loss.
It was time for me to return to my own journey.
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Sometimes we care about people so much that we lose ourselves in their journey. However, at the end of the day you were born for YOU.
You were born to live your life.
Today is World Su***de Prevention Day.
Keep talking my friends.
* If my memoir is of interest, the link can be found in the comments