by Donnia Spott
Billy and I are in our second year since our son, Sammy Spott, died by suicide. Like last Christmas, we chose to have an early and small gathering with our other two children and then left town.
Last year, we hiked and camped in the Grayson Highlands and barely saw another soul on Christmas Day. Today, we hiked again, to the Sand Cave and White Rocks in Ewing, VA. I saw so many heart shaped rocks on the trail and left them all where they lay.
Even before reading your posts, and before Sammy died, I used to collect them in memory of a dear friend who lost a fight with cancer. I didn’t pick any up on this hike, but I took this photo for your collection. Thank you for all you do—I read your posts almost every morning before I even get out of bed.
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here. Contact me if you want to honor and remember your loved one who died by suicide or from addiction.
See all #griefhearts so far on pinterest or on this blog by #griefheart category.
2 thoughts on “Samuel Spott’s heart— #griefheart number 272”
Funny you say you visit Anne’s site every morning even before you get out of bed. Me too. Try not to. I registered, don’t remember when, but then soon after unregistered telling myself I don’t want to be inundated by this stuff. But I keep coming back for cyber solace. A place where I know there are others that know.
When I started the site I wondered why anyone would ever read any of this. But I find I need to write it. I thought at first there would come a day I didn’t think about Charles every day. But I realize now I will think about him every day for the rest of my life. I need you guys. Your comments help me cope