Originally written for writing your grief course done by Refugeingrief in September 2022
Color story
Biue the color of your eyes, as well mine.
The same color I sometimes feel when I think about the outcome of your life. As well as the affect your behavior has affected not only your life but mine.
Sometimes although I understand at the time you died all you could see was black and gray
Sometimes I see flashes of intense of red and orange as I am left to deal with the consequences of your actions,
When you died by suicide, you may as well have set fire to mom and I lives All we can do now is pick up the pieces and clean up the wreckage. As we navigate this weird blend of whitish, grayish intense fog as we are living in a society and culture that doesn’t truly understand the deep impact of mental illness and suicide loss
We clean up the wreckage in the hopes that we will see all the bright colors again. Although we know our lives will never be the same. Everything changed that day in March of 2012
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