Seven Things I'm Thankful For

ThankfulThanksgiving is several days over and I know I’m late on this but I still thought it would helpful for me to list seven things I’m thankful for this year. (I tried to list ten but I couldn’t think of anything beyond seven.)

1. My secured salvation through Jesus Christ
2. My husband
3. My family (that includes in-laws!)
4. My friends (“real” and “virtual”)
5. My health (For the most part, I’m doing well right now)
6. My wealth (No, I’m not rich but like Gianna at Beyond Meds said: If I have a computer, I’m likely well off.)
7. My job (somewhat self-employed)

I’m not much of a chatterbox today because I have a really bad cold and feel absolutely wiped. Tea with lemon and honey and chicken soup has kept me going this week. I have a Tina Turner concert to go to in NY tomorrow so I hope I’m on the mend by tomorrow morning.

(Image from sarahheidt.mennonite.net)

The Purple Elephant in the Room

“Every minute, a suicide is attempted.” — everyminute.org

“With over 30,000 people dying by suicide each year in the United States, averaging 82 per day, there are almost twice as many suicides as homicides each year.” — stopasuicide.org

gun82 per day. Despite the fond memories the “Thompson” family will always have of Bob’s grandfather — whom we’ll call Grandpa — he is now logged as a suicide statistic:

  • Suicide per minute
  • Suicide per hour
  • Suicide per day
  • Suicide per year
  • Suicide in the town
  • Suicide in the state
  • Suicide in the nation
  • Suicide in the world
  • Suicide by age (elderly)
  • Suicide by gender
  • Suicide by firearm

The list likely goes on.

Suicide is the purple elephant in the room that no one likes to talk about. It’s never a pleasant subject, especially when it’s by someone you know. The pain of losing someone by suicide seems to surpass the pain of all other kinds of death. There’s something about suicide in which we feel that the deceased had control.

  • “It didn’t have to be that way.”
  • “If he’d just gotten help.”

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All Things Must Pass

It’s not always going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
— All Things Must Pass, The Beatles —

I haven’t had a desire to do much of anything lately but somehow I got the energy (and fortune) to figure out how to get my original blog design back. I prefer the format since it’s wider even if the beige gets kind of drab. I also reorganized the blog categories. I’ve become a bit of an organizational freak in the past couple of years. I’m a child of the Real Simple era, I suppose.

I have a whole post just kind of brewing in my mind and it has been for the past two weeks. I’m just taking a bit of a break and trying to figure out which direction I want to take this blog now. I’ve talked about suicide, thought about suicide, and attempted suicide but never remotely encountered anyone who’s actually done it. Now it’s hit my family, and I’m still figuring out what it means to me, my husband, and his family. We have a counseling session tomorrow night so I’m sure we’ll talk more about it then.

In the meantime, work at the ad agency has either been completed (pushed out the door) or is currently in the planning stages, which means I don’t need to go in tomorrow but am tentatively scheduled for Thursday. I have a lot of errands to run tomorrow and have been avoiding checking my e-mail like the plague. I’ll suck up the courage to look at it sometime soon.

 

Also, I gave my husband Bob Thompson guest author privileges. He’s currently deciding on whether to make a blog post on his grandfather’s suicide and its repercussions in the future. He might or might not. My husband’s not particularly fond of writing but it’s just a heads-up.

In the meantime, be well.

P.S. I’ve been on a Beatles trip lately so I’m probably going to be quoting apt Beatles lyrics for a lot of my future posts.

How does it feel?

My husband’s 77-year-old grandfather killed himself yesterday. The day after his birthday

He left no note.

I’d be stupid if I didn’t take something away from this.

Comment on "The Black Dog" Series

In one of my rare (unbacklogged) posts this week, I’m posting a comment from my mother-in-law and father-in-law mostly about Bob’s depression. Read below:

We love, support and encourage Bob and Marissa in every way that we can think of or are asked of. We wish that we had known more of what Bob was going through in his childhood and in his school and college years but he kept it very well hidden. We as parents maybe should have seen through some of what was going on but Bob tells us now that he became a master at keeping it hidden and we are not to blame for not realizing. That doesn’t make it any easier as parents to accept that we were oblivious to our own child’s needs but it is something that we are working on changing and accepting so that we can NOW be there for them, to do all that we can NOW to give them all the backup, encouragement, support and love that we can. There is nothing in this world that we wouldn’t do for our children (including our loving daughter-in-laws). We want the best for them and for their lives, we wish them contentment, stability, happiness, love, an understanding of each other and a willingness to forgive and forget – that they would turn to each other and us but most of all God in times of need. We pray that they will let us “in” and find a need for us as much as we need them. We hope that they can remember to pick their battles – to not sweat the petty stuff, to give and forgive freely and openly to each other and others. Bob and Marrissa mean the world to Dad and I, there is nothing that they can’t tell us, show us, do, think, or act on that would make us turn away from them – we just love them!

Family support is not just a bonus; it’s a real necessity.