Sissy's birthday is a few days away. All of those memories associated with her suicide wrap this family like a wool coat on a summer day. Sometimes, I can't breathe when I think about the night she jumped from that bridge and the demons that led her to make that leap.
I've listened to this song so many times and thought of her. It brings me an odd kind of peace.
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Sending you lots of bloggy hugs. I spent the weekend with a close friend, cleaning out her brother's stuff from her garage and shed where she had been storing things for him while he "got it together." He decided he couldn't get it together and he took his own life last September. The grief is too much to fathom. We went through lots of boxes of tissues, that's for sure. In the end we had a yard sale and donated the proceeds to his favorite charity. She helped a lot of people in his memory, which took her a step closer to healing. Lots more steps to go....
Lots and lots of love to you.
It's a lovely song and I'm glad it comforts you. I think of Sissy and wish her spirit peace whenever I hear Alan Jackson's song that could have been written for her. Good thoughts to all of you.
I had never heard that song before. Thanks for sharing it and may you and your family find peace in comfort today and always.
Hula, I'm praying for you.
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