My son Charles was an artist — an actor, comedian, rap artist, and an amazing writer. In short, he was a creative genius and he would have been 27 years old today. He suffered from depression and addiction and died by suicide seven years ago. And yes we have birthday parties for our son in heaven.
Charles loved birthday parties. When he was little he’d start planning months in advance for his. It drove us crazy. But now I miss what drove me mad even though I did think it was so precious. He didn’t love parties because of the presents. He loved them because they brought people together. He loved big gatherings and craved connection.
So that is one of the traditions we carry forward. And it just so happens it’s one of the tenets of suicide prevention. Connect more in person. It matters.
Love you, Charles. From me to all of you a big hug in memory of my younger child.