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Hurt, healing and hope

I am sitting in my office with tears in my eyes. Dear friends are sitting at the ICU bedside of their daughter waiting for her last breath due to a suicide attempt. I have felt the pain and heartbreak of losing a brother to suicide but can't imagine losing a child. My mom knows that pain now and has to deal with that grief journey. I hurt for them and this young girl we used to babysit back in the day. She was so small and full of new life. I wonder what took her hope away. It bothers me to no end that we can't find a way to give hope to those who need it more often. This world can suck the life out of you figuratively and literally but there is so much light out there as well. We have to do better to shine the light and let others see it. There are a lot more questions than answers that bounce around my head. As a dad I talked to who lost a son to suicide said - it sucks. No other way to put it. In trying to find the right words to end this post I find I have no right words. I cry, I pray, I reflect, I try to give hope where none is present. The rest is up to God.

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