When I met my spouse twelve years ago we each had two children. Ranging from ages seven to twenty-two years of age. We both had complicated pasts, however based on our Christian beliefs we were we confident our future as man and wife held promise. On the other hand 'red flags' presented themselves during our time of courting, waving extravagantly warning us of the storms ahead.
The children pretended to be happy for us, however deep down they were all terrified. All presented some form of acting out prior to our marriage and during the first five years of our marriage. The stories would take the rest of my life time to describe! Our faith was often wavered, but Gods grace and merci held us up. We landed up in pastoral counseling, family counseling, individual counseling, bible studies, alanon meetings, co-dependency groups, AA meetings, church hopping, and more.

After the death of a son I am considered a 'suicide survior'. Parking my grief has not been an option. I endure the intense adjustments, with faith in Christ. Over time my imagination has been fired with creative past times. God has a way of keeping me in the 'present'. Passing on some of my doll collections has been interesting. I have created handsewn backpacks and purses. This is huge, as sitting still is not my forte. Please step out and follow Colorurdaze. Thank you reader.
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Thursday, August 19, 2010
IMPACTED; loosing a son to suicide
Colorurday Backpacks and purses
After the deaht of a child,
Suicide survivor and family aftermath
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Forever after the death of a child, an overwhelming journey with one hope.
I am a 'survior of suicide'. The overwheliming journey of a bereaved family; to a (step) son of 'suicide by choice' is an extremely sensitive and poginant topic. Silence appears to be comfortable, however it really is an exercise of whistling in the darkness. Is there recovery from this tragedy? In truth, as I experience thus far, no one really recovers but rather adapts. A real insight learned this past year, is one will never get use to it, but will get through it! This road must be navigated with a journey following Christ. This isn't said flipantly but in great adoration for My King and My Savior who has strengthed me and others beyond measure. True comfort has sprouted and light is shed, only by knowing the true God, Jesus Christ. He gave His son for us as a living sacrafice. Is this compassion? I really know that it is! After walking this altered path last year, no one could really deny the existence of a Mighty God who gave us choices and has mercy on our poor choices! Life has taken on a new meaning, as the heavy guilt wrenching emotions are dealt with the links begin to religuish. There is hope. Thanks for visiting. Colorurday and pray. In Him, Donna