Today is the 50th anniversary of the saddest day of my life. I was - TopicsExpress



          

Today is the 50th anniversary of the saddest day of my life. I was 14 when my Mom died of a ruptured brain aneurysm. She was 34. My brother Jerry’s 7th birthday was the day after our Mom died. Had there been the advances in medicine we have today, it may have been possible for Mom to be holding her great grandchildren Kadyn and Keaton this Christmas. 28 years later, the second saddest day came when Jerry’s remains were found in the woods behind Lyon College in our hometown Batesville, AR. Jerry disappeared two weeks earlier. He was 36. Sadness struck again five years later with the death of our sister Teresa. She was 40. I am tempted to say Jerry and Teresa were “murdered” by a society that stigmatizes people with a mental illness. Fear of stigma kept both from seeking medical help. Each should be shopping for Christmas presents for their grandchildren this week. My work as a speaker and writer is in their memory. May Mom, Jerry and Teresa rest in peace.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 13:10:36 +0000

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