She entered the church wearing a gown few over 50 could wedge a thigh into. Heck, that gown would be a fantasy for a 35-year-old. The fitted mermaid style gown was punctuated with a pair of designer Colorado-style cowboy boots.
Lloyd, once the paster of the church in which they wed, beamed with pride in his 007 style tuxedo as his bride waltzed confidently up the aisle to her soulmate. The groom’s father presided.
Hosted by Jennifer Huffman at Richmond Wellness Center, we had the intimate book signing event I was hoping for. Fifteen at first, and then seventeen people later, joined us as I spoke and then had a worthwhile discussion with group members. A small group offered the opportunity to really catch up.
Then two people showed up randomly who thought that Richmond First Friday was being held at the location. First Friday is an event where artistic and creative shop owners keep their stores open on the first Friday of the month.
Sometimes the cruel reality of life hits That every moment is to be cherished as priceless Wake up this morning but by the night we could be lifeless The angel of death came calling to take away another nice kid The fragile state we live our life in We succumb to the deadly battles we can’t stop fighting The disease of addiction is like clashing with a Titan But somehow makes the path to death look enticing Caskets filled with broken dreams Mother emotionally coming apart at the seams Questioning why the lord didn’t intervene… Read more...
I missed my blog’s official birthday which was Feb 1, 2020. It’s four years old. You all have been my support group. And writing here has brought me emotional healing. Thanks to you, it’s been shared hundreds of thousands of times in social media and have had nearly one million page views.
Males are different psychologically and emotionally. My wife and I lost our 17-year-old son after he died suicide on Nov. 7, 2019. The grief is overwhelming, strangling, choking, at times.
I’ll not attempt to convey the grief. One understands, or one does not.
The intimacy of coitus with my wife is the deepest of (the many of) my connections with her, encompassing my love, my emotional and psychological attachment, reaffirmation, on every possible plane you could imagine.
Males are always subconsciously tense, on guard. The old stereotype complaint, his falling asleep after making love? Criticized, some women never … Read more...
To be clear, my father did not die by suicide. My son Charles did but this is a question I hear often. Why would a dad who had children take his life? Why would a mom kill herself when she has children? How could a parent not realize what their death by suicide might do to their child? How could my dad (or mom) leave me like that?
The problem is that people think of suicide as a choice
The myth of suicide is that someone is pondering their future and decides to take the easy way out and end … Read more...
It can take you to your knees. It can surround you and make you feel trapped. It feels like it will consume you.
But here’s what I want you to know.
Feelings are temporary. Whether it’s joy or agony, that feeling has an end and it will lift. If you numb it or push it away, it will come back twofold. And while you can’t make it go away, you can learn to manage it.
Often what we do to ourselves to avoid it causes years or even a lifetime of more pain.
Often, I hear people say, “Why didn’t you report what was done to you to someone?”
To which, I think, “Who would I have told?”
A school teacher that seemed to not give me any attention in class, and when I couldn’t do first-grade math would set me in the corner of the room with scissors, paper, and glue to keep myself occupied?
Maybe it would be the person that molested me in the
basement of the church while the congregation was singing hymns to God. No one seemed to notice. No one seemed to care. I … Read more...