I’m offering up this post, heavy of heart, in the hope of helping a fellow blogging sister in need.  You see, it’s a delicate subject matter that is the hot topic of discussion, one that is haunting me and persuading me to pass on the powerful message she would like to world to hear.

Lori, the witty, warm writer of one of my favourite blogs, RRSAHM is living what would be my ultimate worst nightmare.  She is surrounded by the splintered shards that used to be her heart, her life.  And it all simply all shattered in seconds, the aftermath of a tragic moment in time. 

Please, I implore you to take some time to read her blog, although, I have to warn you, there is some seriously heavy reading found here.  Its real, its raw, and it’s the devastating and direct reality that follows the tragedy that is suicide.  In heartbreaking honesty, Lori is trying to comprehend, through the compelling medium that is writing, this nightmare that has been thrust upon her.  She has a poignant, yet powerful message for all men – and indeed ANYONE who is suffering in silence.  Speak. 

This is something we should all read and heed – because of this one act, so out of character, a little boy will no longer have a father to look up to and a little girl wont have the honour of being walked down the aisle by her proud Daddy….  His wife, now a widow at the young age of 29, will never smile the same.  Her husband, she writes, was so busy taking care of everyone else; he didn’t open up when he too needed to feel the warm hand of support.  How many men do we all know and love that are frighteningly the same? 

It may be cold comfort to Lori at this time, but from this excruciating loss, I hope we all learn lessons to avoid this wasteland of extreme distress and regret being repeated.  I pray one day she can look upon this wreckage of her world and use this as a tool to empower the masses to articulate any anxieties, instead of burying them deep inside – before we have to bury them far too soon.