My kid committed suicide a week ago; as I write this what remains of his body is likely now resting in a simple copper urn and has been entrusted to the U.S. Postal Service for transport to his mother’s house in Washington where he will be laid to rest.
What follows is a slightly modified version of a note I sent to the folks back in my office who are all pulling for me, as you might imagine. But so many have been touched by the “suicide trilogy” I wrote surrounding my son’s death, and have poured out their condolences and sympathies and voiced their support, too, that I thought I would share it with this “tribe” that has begun to gather around me here on Medium, as well…
To my friends and colleagues…
Although I fly home from LA on Saturday, I don’t know when I’ll see you all again. Right now it feels like the hardest thing in the world would be to walk back onto the AMS floor, stand in front of my little upright cardboard desk and just “get to work.”
Everyone from the owner of the company down to my direct boss has given assurances that I can take all the time needed — of unlimited duration — to come back to work. That is grace unbound.
But I still wanted to connect with all of you because I know you’re concerned and wondering and I know that feeling of not knowing can be an annoyance at best and…
