Today, June 9, is the seventh anniversary [View all]
of my son's suicide. He was 30 years old, and had been suffering from depression that he hid from most people.
The night before, he called me and we talked for well over an hour, the longest conversation we ever had. Much, much later I realized he was telling me goodbye, without actually saying so.
He played Ultimate Frisbee. It's a club game that's popular in colleges. And for his memorial, his friends made a poster blow up of a wonderful picture of him leaping high in a game of Ultimate. He was an excellent player and could jump higher than people a foot or more taller than him. He was 5'11", and yes, he really could jump that high.
I happen to live in a senior facility, and today I brought that poster with me to dinner in the dining room, and showed it to many. It really is a wonderful picture, but I have no idea how to post it here. I'd be open to a PM to help me out.
Here's the most important thing: showing that picture and talking to people about him turned out to be wonderful. I cried a bit at the beginning, but then could simply talk and tell people about him. Tomorrow I will tell my friends here more stories about him. I want, and need to do so.