For The Heart Cries

Some words written by others who are far wiser than me -  may you find some comfort. How can the dead be truly dead when they live in the souls of those left behind... A brief parting from those dear is the worst man has to fear...Sometimes good people make bad choices...You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. It's always your choice, you always have a choice...To have any kind of future, you've got to give up hope of ever changing your past...Love is the greatest protector of all...Loves leaves a memory no one can steal...One can see into a person's eye, but not into their heart...No matter how far wrong you've gone, you can always turn around...Every death needs someone to blame...Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear bright until you hear them speak...our life has no meaning, no purpose, unless we believe there is someone for us on our journey home, at our journey's end...May the New Year be a ye

Christmas! We have lost loved ones to suicide and it is Christmas, a day of comfort and joy shaded in sadness and sorrow. With hopes of bringing a small smile, a light laugh, on this Christmas Day - a short story, a tall tale, from Ireland. Back in August, I spent a week in the small village of Bunratty, County Clare.  One morning I woke up very early and went for a walk. It was around dawn as I walked down a narrow country lane. After a while, I sat on a stone wall and watched cows and sheep graze in the fields - as the sun was peeking above a distant mountain. I then saw a rainbow in the sky and it was heading right at me. Suddenly a leprechaun appeared beside me and said, "Tommy boy, today's your lucky day, and I'm granting you three wishes." Thinking I had nothing to lose, I said, "When I get home I would like a dark blue BMW in my driveway."  POOF! The leprechaun showed me a picture of the BMW in my driveway Impressed, but not wanting to

The Christmas season! It may be the most wonderful time of the year but if you have lost a loved one to suicide, it can be a season of silent sorrow and sadness - of languishing and lamenting loneliness.  And I pray that we may find some light within the darkness. Because Christmas is...LOVE. Christmas is...embracing and sharing the love of family and friends, turning tears into smiles, frowns into laughter, extending kindness to others, offering comfort to those alone, lighting a candle to melt hardened hearts and opening the door to those who have been apart. Christmas is...a time of forgiveness, reaching out and shaking hands with those who caused pain, opening the hearts that are distant and bringing them near, removing the burdens of those who fear. Christmas is...the season of giving a smile and holiday greetings to a stranger, a helping hand to a neighbor, giving to those who need you most of all and to those most in need - knowing in your heart that it is far be