"It's been seven years, today since we lost you, Dad. It's crazy to think about how much has changed. 7 years of birthdays, 7 years of growth, 7 years of job changes and relationships and breakups. What would you say now if you knew I was going off to pursue my passion? Remember when we both used to compete at who was the better photoshopper? (It was me, it's okay you can admit it). I know deep in my heart you would be proud of the woman I have become. I know you would be shouting at me all the way down the hall to raise my prices and to not take shit from anyone. I have followed in your footsteps of marching to the beat of my own drum. I miss you. I wish things had been different but I also know I wouldn't be where I am today if they were."
On this day every year, I face what feels like the darkest of my past. The day my father took his own life was one that would change my existence in ways I could have never expected. It made me never ever take anything in this life for granted. It has hardened me and made me this unstoppable force of love, passion, and light.
Hold your loved ones close today. Check-in on those around you. Someone can always use a smile and a hug. Depression is a hell of an illness and I am forever heartbroken to have lost my father to suicide, but it will be a lesson I take with me for the rest of my life in the way I approach and treat people. Life is too short.
Have you ever lost someone in your life to suicide? What were some of your experiences?