The day after my suicide
The day after my suicide, I loved my mother even more
when I saw her crying on the floor of my room
hugging my clothes with my photos scattered around
her, I saw so much love past the tears in her eyes.
The day after my suicide, I felt how much my father
loved me, no matter how hard it was, in the midst of so
much sadness, he spoke to me with tears in his eyes
about how proud he was of me and how much he loved
me.
The day after my suicide. I saw that Tumble (my
best friend) was more incredible than I could imagine.
Every time someone came home, he would run to door
excited to see me, and seeing that it was not me,
would lay down in front of the door and continue
waiting for me.
The day after my suicide. I felt the love of my sister
when I saw her sitting in her room with eyes full of
tears. She remembered the times we played, talked and
argued together in our beautiful childhood. Treasured
moments.
The day after my suicide. I felt how important i was to
my best friends. They were looking at all our pictures
together...remembering the laughs we shared.
The day after my suicide. I felt the sorrow in my
teachers. They blamed themselves for not noticing.
At night I went to the morgue to look for myself. I was
upset. I looked at myself and said: "So many dreams
we had", "so many loved ones", "So many people to
meet", "You had so many people that loved you, yet you
threw it all away?", "You have to have a lot of courage
to take your life.
Why didn't you use that courage to win?"
Thank goodness that was just a vision.
Remember. You are still here and can change your life
forever. You are better than you think you are stronger.
Make this yours. Save it and read it later.
©®Tanmoy
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