Suicide is a dreadful monster, which comes like a slimy adder to steal your loved one away from you when you least expect it. Grief follows quickly on its heels to try and destroy your sanity. It finds its way with relentless steel claws into your heart and rips it to shreds. Reality has no meaning any more and you are lost and frightened by the senselessness of the act of that person you loved so much. How can someone who loves you and whom you love put you through so much sorrow and suffering? How can you carry on living a life without that person’s smile, voice, being, friendship and love forever? Why do you have to?
My son Emile, 20, committed suicide, by hanging himself in an old oak tree next to a stream on 5 February 2006. It is a beautiful peaceful place in a park and I can just imagine why he chose that particular spot. To have peace and quiet was what he was looking for. For release from the demons he was fighting in his life and dreams. Drugs became a need he could not live without. It ruined his life and changed him from a loving sensitive person into an angry vicious person he could not be any more.
Heartache became my constant companion after Emile died. It consumed me and started eating me alive from the inside. Grief swallowed me whole and was destroying me like a cancer.
I realized along the way this pain was for myself, because I didn’t want my son on the other side, I wanted him with me.
After a lot of questions of why’s and what ifs I imagined I could see into his beautiful, clean, happy, healthy, free, without a blemish soul right now, and I know he loves me and misses me as much as I love and miss him. But I can also see his beatific happy smile, Wonderful blue eyes sparkling with joy, dancing around to heavenly music, without a care, pain, mental struggles, problems, drugs or any of those demons fighting him on earth. But they have lost, haven't they Emile? You are free to be what you want to be, to be what you can and will be. God has you now in His strong Wonderful arms and with tenderness He looks at this child of his. Can you feel his love Emile? A father who loves you just the way you are. To Him you are perfect. He was the Marker, I was the bow, and you Emile were His arrow and you have reached your mark. Don't wait too long to fetch me, I want to be part of that perfection you have now. I love you with my whole heart and don’t you ever forget it?! And don't you ever leave me alone here on earth. Look after me please as I looked after you when you were my baby! I loved you then and I love you now!
In this pain of grief we are like raw gold and the Goldsmith moulds us into something exquisite with tenderness and a lot of searing heat. But, if not for the searing heat we can't be melted and molded into something better than just a raw piece of gold that means nothing to anybody. Out of His hands we become special, created by Him through all our trials and tribulations, and all our pain and heartache. How can we really appreciate something if we haven't lost it yet? How can we treasure life and anything that goes with it without feeling the pain of death? I would rather "laugh all of my laughter and weep all of my tears" like Kahlil Gibran said, than be like an empty dead piece of rock, because I can't take the love with the hurt. We can cry and weep and scream and be angry at death, but we can also rejoice in the new wonderful life our children now have, where there is no pain, hate, shame, anger, envy, loneliness, being lost. Have you ever heard the expression: I'm in a room full of people, but I feel alone? They don't have that any more. They don't sit somewhere feeling alone and left out and not accepted by society like us on earth. Let us grant them that freedom from hell on earth. Let us try and be happy for them. We still love them and we want them with us, to see them and talk to them and hold them, but what about them? Let's try and think of them for a moment and how heavenly happy they are now. We can still love and miss them and cry and rant and rave for the loss. They understand. More than we can. They know the truth now and some day we will also know the truth.