There wasn't a dry eye in the place when my friend walked to the pulpit and turned her back to the visitors then turned to face her boy. She read him a poem. Her love, her pain, touched each of us, especially the mothers in that room.
There is so much guilt associated with suicide, and it is much more prevalent than one would think. In our pew alone, four people had dealt with the issue in their own families.
This is the 3rd suicide in a month for us. It really leaves a gaping hole in the heart.
Suicide is one of those embarrassments no one talks about. Then once the truth comes out, there is a bond that unites. My friend will most likely join a support group. I ask for prayers for Gerri whose son will be cremated tomorrow. The service was beautiful!