On June 5, 2008 my father committed suicide.
It was shocking.
A nightmare.
Heartbreaking.
In the moments and days afterwards it seemed like that intense, horrible pain would never go away.
Even now, a few years later, I can tell that it probably never will.
Some days are better than others, of course.
I can talk about him and not shed tears.
The pain becomes a little more dull.
The happy memories outshine the sad ones.
When his 59th birthday arrived
My sister and I wanted to do something to
mark the day,
honor him
and celebrate his life.
There is hope.
There is always hope.
Unsure of what you can do to help someone? Click here.
Other Posts about my dad:
Good from Awful
January 9th
The First Saturday in December
Our Hope Endures
July 30th
Survivors of Suicide
Missing Dad
The Bar Cart and the Banana Tree
The Last Time
My sister and I wanted to do something to
mark the day,
honor him
and celebrate his life.
Inspired by Operation Beautiful
{which I participated in and documented here and here}we conceived the JD59 Project.
59 notes to
inspire
encourage
and give hope
to be posted our new city of Sacramento.
It is our sincere prayer that these notes would be seen by people who need to receive their message.
There is hope.
There is always hope.
Unsure of what you can do to help someone? Click here.
Other Posts about my dad:
Good from Awful
January 9th
The First Saturday in December
Our Hope Endures
July 30th
Survivors of Suicide
Missing Dad
The Bar Cart and the Banana Tree
The Last Time
