Suicide Eulogy
The phone rang and my daughter said
her partner's brother at 21 years of age
had killed himself the night before
in some lonely spot with a hose
from the exhaust pipe into the car
And the funeral would be dreadful
for what on earth can anyone say
and the dreadful
shock and the horror
just won't go away
I replied
for her not to mouth
hollow platitudes to anyone
nor to take sides in the blame game
soon to be raging
to crucify the mother and father
two sisters and remaining son
but merely
to be there with a listening ear
and to give a comforting hug
when the dam wall of shock
broke and the tears
smashed down to grab
by the throat and savage
any song of life
And not to be afraid to use
the dead boy's name
beside the waiting grave
and at the terrible wake
for his life and memory
are in his name
Yet after I'd hung up the phone
I wondered about what possible eulogy
could be spoken of one so young
who in black despair sought out
and kissed Death on the mouth
What words could comfort
or soften the brutal
blaming to come
or erase the seething guilt
tearing asunder the minds
and hearts standing numb
beside the coffin waiting
next to the open grave
and what closure
could there possibly be?
Were I the mother or father
or sister or brother
then this is what I might say:
'My dear, darling boy
for you the soft darkness came
and upon us
a dreadful night now has fallen
yet our bursting hearts
can but hope and trust
that angels have found
the spot where you
slumbered in the deep
and sang softly to you
and rocked you
and cradled you
in loving arms
'And with gentle hands
raised you up into the Light
and carried you safely
to the Lord of Love
with whom you now walk
hand in hand
in the loving
and golden halls
of Our Father
'Look down upon us
dear son and dearest brother
and see us who loved you so
but perhaps forgot to say it
often enough to sooth
away your hurts
'Darling boy
forgive us our shortcomings
and have mercy on us
who would now gladly give
all that we have for
you to be standing here
beside us again
so that each of us could do
what we forgot to do before
and for us to undo
that which might unwittingly
have caused you pain
'We did not mean to hurt you
by word or deed or forgetfulness
for we do love you so
and we now weep
for what might have been
'But yet
we will meet again in golden light
where there is no sorrow
nor tears waiting yet to fall
and in those halls of Light
we will run to you
and embrace you
and kiss you from the heart
for you are still our dear son
and our precious brother
and we do love you so
'As surely as there is a tomorrow
we will meet again
for such is promised by all our hearts
and God has ordained it so
'Till then rest easy
in gracious peace
you darling boy'




Comments: 13
Magi
Magi
It is all such a dreadful waste.
Magi
I was in a similar situation a few years ago. Here's what I wrote (seems we have to say/write/do something to put our final thoughts out there)
do you see what I see
when you look outside your door
why does the sky fall on you
while I dance safely below
how can I know where you've been
or the ugliness you have seen
how can I live in your heart
when you've closed that door to me
do I know what you know
can I hear your many why's
have I encountered your monsters
or sensed the tears you've cried
the questions you leave behind
will become your legacy
I'll hold them in my heart for you
it's your turn to be free
It's all such a tragic, sad, sad waste - the impact of it on family is terrible.
Magi
I have a friend in Geraldton, WA whose son lived in Perth. A couple of years ago he drove out into the bush, parked in a small grove of trees, and committed suicide with a hose from the tailpipe. It was weeks before his car was spotted from above by a helicopter looking for lost sheep. He was an artist and his last book of drawings was in the car with him. He was her only child.
Had a young lady who had three little children that from some reason could no longer deal with life. She called her Sister and ask her to come get her kids because she was tired of living.The Sister didn't hear that plea for help. Later that night someone found her inside the home dead from gun shot wounds.
My Fiance's thirteen year old Daughter overdosed because she'd been been raped and was pregnant. The one who molested her provided the Loraccet she took....
Why didn't we see,why didn't we seek help, how could we not know in time to prevent these things... Because there's not always a sign that say's Save ME.