Works From the Attic by Linda

This should be a day of celebration. 37 years ago today my son Michael was born. It was the happiest day of my life. He was such a blessing in every way. I remember counting every finger and toe, listening to him breathe and treasuring every moment I spent with him. I miss his laughter, his wit, his kindness and so much more. Our lives were forever changed the day he died. Never let anyone bully you or tell you that you are not good enough. The very people he loved and truste d made him believe he was not good enough and the world would be better off without him. Sadly in his hours of grief he believed those lies. If you are in that situation, talk to someone. Never let anyone tell you that you are not good enough. Michael Cunningham 9-3-80 to 4-4-16 Always in our hearts   <3 For whoever needs help right now, you can contact the Crisis Text Line by texting “START” to 741-741, or call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255 (talk)

I lost my son to suicide I am not sure where the last 12 months went but the pain feels like it was only yesterday that Michael committed suicide. I love you Michael and miss you so very much. Michael's death has changed me in the most profound ways. It literally demolished me, forcing me to figure out who I am without him in my life. I am learning how to find joy in the depth of darkness. There are days of darkness that consume me and take my breath away. If I can out live my child, my strength will have no limits. Finding that strength to move forward is hard. Every day since his death is another day that I’ve survived. I learned that so many things are out of my control. His death has taught me it is possible to live with only half a heart as part of my heart remains with Michael. I am learning that laughter is meant to be heard and tears are meant to fall. I have learned that nothing can change the pain of losing a child. Until April 4, 2016, I didn't know what...