09/10/2026
September is Su***de Prevention Month and 17 years ago my dad took his own life. This anniversary (which still feels very strange to say) felt a little different for me this year, for a multitude of reasons, but what will always remain is the shock, awe, and sadness that it left on my heart.
Su***de is still heavily stigmatized across the globe, but I do think it’s beginning to become a topic most people can open up about. That’s my hope tonight. Instead of reminiscing on all of the wonderful qualities that my dad possessed (which, for anyone that knew him, that list is endless), I want to use this solemn day and this solemn post as a reminder to not keep anything negative buried inside you for too long.
For anyone who suffers from depression, lost a loved one to su***de, or survived, I hope it gets a little better tomorrow.
I love you today and everyday, my dee, and miss you forever 💔9.9.09