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[bodytext] => Surviving the Stigma “I am scorned by all my enemies and despised by my neighbors – even my friends are afraid to come near me. When they see me on the street, they run the other way.” Psalm 31:11, NLT Dear Lord, I know David is writing about his personal enemies… and I never thought I had any enemies and perhaps I don’t, but there are days when I feel just like David. It seems that every person I meet runs the other direction. Society may show more understanding and acceptance than it did in previous generations, but we still feel sort of contagious. There lingers a stigma about a death from suicide. Not only have we lost our son to a tragic death, we have also lost family, friends and acquaintances. Family members disagreed with our choices and chose to step outside the family circle – maybe due to their sorrow and confusion… but what about our sorrow? We lost our son! Our youngest lost his only brother! Why blame the parents? Why blame anyone at such an awful time? I lost my precious son. The grave swallowed him up. All that remains is grief, pain, suffering, sorrow and now we are forced to face guilt and shame? Yes, shame for the way he died. It’s as if the enemy, through familiar voices, shouts at us: Shame on you for allowing this to happen! Why weren’t you more watchful? Couldn’t you see that he was about to snap? Why didn’t you call in the professionals? Don’t you know the grave does not release those who kill themselves? How could you embarrass us this way? You are no longer welcomed in our family. Stay away! Waves of pain roll over me as I write these words. Remembering puts a bitter taste in my mouth and brings tears to my eyes. How could family members ever treat grief-stricken parents and siblings this way? It’s unthinkable, but it happened. It’s as if Satan squeezed the life out of our child and then went on the war path to destroy everyone who should have been there to comfort us in our time of sorrow. Thank You, Lord, for allowing me to vent these wretched feelings to You. Only You can take them away forever. I have forgiven those who have hurt us and I choose to continue to forgive them…the pain and disbelief of it all runs deep. I am not responsible for their well-being. However, I must respect their disapproval and keep a safe distance out of respect for their wishes. But I am curious. Are we all going to live in the same neighborhood in heaven? Will we attempt to take our hard feelings with us so we can continue to debate who was right and who was wrong? What matters to our tight, little family is that our son will soon rise to meet His Creator…no matter what others may say! And when we see him in the air, we will join him! We will be ecstatic! Our sons are together again! Our earthly family will be recreated in a twinkling of an eye! We will be hugging each other and our God and King who made it all possible and that will be enough for us. It is so Awesome and Amazing how You listen without condemnation Lord, and You love unconditionally. Please come soon. I love and trust You so much. Thank You for being my Everything. “And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with singing, and everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.” Isaiah 35:10, AMP [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 39 [informant] => picklepuss [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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