We had a good discussion last night. Xfinity was out in our neighborhood and lack of wifi had me scrambling. Some weren’t quite sure how to activate the sound. But we worked through that and lots of good info on the thread. Apparently you have to double click the video for sound and sometimes
In Charles’ obituary, I referenced the fact that he was Peter Pan hence the inspiration behind this #griefheart.
“…A deep, soulful, passionate and sensitive young man, Charles loved and treasured family. He was a true artist, an off-the-cuff comedian who loved to rap, entertain
I commissioned this artwork in a shadowbox to feature Charles’ words.
From the artist, Summer DeCoste: This has various labors of thought. The brokenness, yet the thoughtful love he had. The straight pins…the pain in his addiction.
The love in his heart for his family and the spaces
I have been thinking about doing a Facebook Live event, say 30 minutes on the subject of life after the loss of a loved one who died from a stigmatized illness, specifically addiction or mental illness.
Talking points below. This is my first LIVE event and this is not a presentation, it’s
At some point, you have to ask yourself, what is that baggage doing for me?
To move forward after Charles’ suicide, I had to let things go.
Like anger. Guilt. Shame.
Unlike other suicide loss survivors, I never felt a lot of shame. When we first started seeing signs of drug use, I did feel
Charles wrote a song called ‘My Angel’. I will publish it here this fall. But for now, my favorite line in the song.
“She’s my angel, so its only appropriate that she stay on my mind like a halo.”
And this from his song, “Run
Why should policemen have to meet a certain quota for arrests and traffic stops?
Not only is it fundamentally counterproductive for the purpose of “protect and defend,” it’s counterproductive to the balance of community. It creates an “us versus them” kind of culture.
Quotas are about generating revenue, not keeping peace
I used to say this to Charles all the time. He just loved it. And when he’d get upset at a young age, he’d pat me on the back and I’d tell him, “I love you oodles, piles and truckloads.”
Even at an early age, Charles just felt deeper than others. He was a dreamer and nothing
Mental health costs our country over 314 billion dollars per year.
Overall, it cost us $275,000+ trying to help our son, Charles.
None of the organizations communicated with each other and the mayhem of mental health and addiction services is overwhelming and disjointed at best.
My love for you is bottomless–forever and ever. Thank you for loving your friends, watching over them, coming to them in their dreams and giving them hope and inspiration. Thank you for continuing to inspire me even though you are only with us in spirit.
Love you from the bottom