Twelve years ago this month, I lost my Uncle Jay to suicide.
This man, who took his own life, was a survivor in every sense of the word.
I imagine that such is true of many who leave the world in this way.
Jay went on to graduate from high school and serve a two year religious mission.
Jay was a survivor.
Jay was very tender with her.
A few months later, the cancer took Wendy.
Jay was devastated.
Jay’s struggle to survive had come to an end.
perspective on suicide
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