Losing Amy
Beth Steinberg

It is so hard to describe what you have so eloquently. Thank you for bringing light to how mainstream suicide is. Both my father and my husband committed suicide. For many years I told no one how my father actually died. I said he had a heart attack because that was an acceptable form of death. When my husband committed suicide I had to tell people, including my children, the truth. To have this in common with them is horrible. However, I refuse to give up and feel that in any way, shape or form that I have gone through this is vain. You writing this will mean all the difference for someone else. Last year I was able to speak to a young lady whose father committed suicide and felt the same embarrassment and fear of being judged as I did. Just several weeks ago my daughter’s teacher noticed how upset she became in class over a story that was read. He did not know her situation, but still shared his own personal story of his father’s suicide. It made the difference in her life and the upcoming weeks as she prepared for high school graduation. A graduation her father was not at. Thank you for the courage not only to write, but to share a photo. It is helpful to put a face with suicide. Amy is beautiful and will forever remain that way. The same way we remember those with cancer before it took over their bodies. This is how Amy will forever be remembered — devoted wife, mother, daughter, sister, giving, caring and beautiful inside and out.

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