That compliment, to me, means that I am being my father's daughter. I'm living as he lived and as he taught me.
because my dad took his own life on this day in 1984,
so that when people read this post they think,
"Wow, her father was an amazing individual."
Well, he was my daddy, OF COURSE I thought so!
He wanted others to be happy.
This is how I think of my dad. This is how many thought of my dad.
He was just a nice guy who did for others with no agenda.
This is the person I try to be.
If I could have saved him I would have done my damndest.... But here we are. I didn't know my dad needed help. Even if I did, I don't know if I could have helped him, but I CAN help someone else out there... Someone who may read this. Someone who may be lost or feel that it's just not worth it.
It IS worth it...really. All of it! Even the crap.
This month, I've sought out anyone who was willing to share their personal experiences on mental health with me... with you.
This is all I could think of to do to honor my dad. To do as he would do. Reach out and help another person. Not only with my own personal experience of pain as a suicide survivor x2, but for others who experience pain in their own way.
Today, his death will not be remembered with the sorrow of loss, it will be celebrated with the hope of saving another. Even one.
If you are struggling with depression or suicidal thoughts - please don't give up or give in to the feelings.
No matter what problems you are struggling with, hurting yourself isn't the answer.
Call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) to talk to a counselor at a Lifeline crisis center near you.
Someone does love you and someone WILL miss you and hurt terribly.
Take it from me. I miss my dad every day.
Thank you for reading my blog.
I send you all love.
In loving memory of my daddy,
William Robert Cooper ~ August 8, 1942 - March 28, 1984
|My Dad and I... Many years ago|