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This is for Tara's June Imperfect Lives Challenge (Against All Odds) and the Lets Play Challenge (Old,New,Borrowed,Blue..OLD- Photo and metal word REFLECT in flower, NEW- Biggest Board Chipboard Flourishes, Memory Boutique Metal Frame and Photo Corners, BORROWED- I took the frame on the photo from a Christmas card of my friends kids, so yes I borrowed it because now I have to make another frame for the Xmas pic..LOL, BLUE- paper, flower, chipboard word THEY)..This is a LO I have wanted to do for a long time..Its of my Uncle Mike who passed away in 1992..It was very hard to do, but so glad I did.. Journaling in book/diary: (first few lines use the title "When they say"...... "he's the nicest guy youll ever meet".....
THAT WAS HIM.....

... "he would give you the shirt off his back"....
THAT WAS HIM.....

... "his smile could light up a room"....
THAT WAS HIM.....

... "to know him, is to love him"....
THAT WAS HIM...

..."Suicide took the lives of 30484 Americans in 1992"....
HE WAS ONE OF THEM...


In February 1992 my Uncle Mike committed suicide...I cant remember everything from those days..I dont even remember who told me. I think it was my mom. I can remember I said "NO!"....

Husband, father, son, brother, uncle, friend. He was 34. I just turned 34 this year... a new perspective for me.. 34, so young.

His body didnt die right away though. For 3 days, we, my entire family, stayed by his side at the hospital. Round the clock, 24- 7.. He was never alone. We told him we loved him a thousand times. We begged, prayed for a miracle. Desperate for another chance. We werent ready to say goodbye, but he was....

I would never want the job of being the one that has to turn off the machines....

He gave me my first dog, Nipper, when I was 8. I couldnt keep her at our apartment, so he took care of her until we moved into our house, 3 years later. She loved him, never forgot him. She knew the sound of his truck and would get so excited when he would visit. She died before him. I know when he left she was there waiting for him, so happy to see him again....

My grandparents had already buried their firstborn when he was 19, and now they would have to bury their youngest of 6, their baby..My already broken heart, broke again watching them go through this...

I was in the room when he took his last breath. I was 18, and it scared me...

It took some time but we eventually moved on, started to laugh again, to have fun together again..Sometimes death can tear apart a family, it made ours stronger..


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