Among being a poet and having many other talents, my daughter was also an artist. Here is her self-portrait done while in high school 2008. A copy now hangs in the Wellness Center at Wake Forest School of Medicine that she attended where a fund in her name is now set up to help other students with depression. She will live on.
My name is Rhonda. I'm a registered nurse, for the last 20 years, that has not been able to work since the day I learned of my daughter's death by suicide 4-12-13. (She actually died 4-11-13 and her body was not found until the 12th) Me and my husband have been married for 32 years and he's a wonderful man. We grieve in different ways. He works, I write. This is my journey through this horrible land of losing a child..
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A young lady of many talents, your daughter. I wonder if she was too special for this world. And I mean that in the most respectful way. x
Rhonda, A lovely gift! How wonderfully talented and gentle. Thank you for sharing it.
You have no idea how many times I have thought the same thing and I do take that in a respectful way. She was ethereal from birth.
Thank you. She was very talented in so many ways.
Do you think she had a highly sensitive nature? Someone who found it difficult to cope with the hurts and the pressure to fit in? I know she achieved much, but I wonder if she experienced life differently than most.
Thank you for sharing this.
I don’t know, I have pondered these thoughts a million times since she died. She was an introvert like me, but she always seemed so self assured. She selected her friends carefully but she always had a wonderful circle of friends that loved her deeply. I do know that due to her introvert nature that she did not always like to go to big parties and it was hard for her sometimes and she felt lonely at times. But she filled her life up with SO many wonderful experiences. She never spoke of not feeling a part of anything. She never spoke of her depression to us or any of her friends. I don’t know what went on in some of the depths of her soul, that she did not want to worry us with. But I would have so much rather have helped her and worried about her, than assume everything was wonderful all her life and then one day she killed herself.
I love sharing my daughter’s works. Thank you.
I am so sorry for your loss. I know how we as mothers hope we are doing everything we can for our children, and this adds to the pain you must be feeling. But you cannot blame yourself. We look for explanations but we may never be satisfied with what we find. x