It has been 5 1/2 years since my sister committed suicide and since she was my best friend and my co-worker for 19 years the loss was crippling, to have to go to work every day and see the empty desk, to try and keep my niece and nephews and brother in law in one piece was almost impossible and to listen to the comments from other family members and people we knew was so horrible, is so horrible. Once someone finds out that you have had a suicide somehow, someway there will always be a comment you weren't supposed to hear but did. It takes great restraint to keep from walking up to them to shut up, don't comment on things you can't possibly understand takes a lot of control.
Worse yet is the family members who say things like what a selfish thing to do, those poor kids, they were 14, 16, and 21. Poor George (her husband), oh I will go along with the damage it did to the kids and her husband and the rest of us, there is no way to measure the feelings we have, we could barely stand up on our own but I understood, 100%. I spent 8 hours a day 5 days a week and weekends going to dinner, being on a bowling league on Wednesday and Saturday nights, playing softball on the same team for years, going to the Casino together, Detroit Tiger Ball Games, we spent more time together than we spent with anyone else. She was 43 when she hung herself, I had just turned 50. My birthday was on 10/13 and she died on 10/24. She became very reclusive before it happened, I couldn't get her on the phone, when I went to her house she was always in the bedroom asleep. She slept after work until early AM and wandered the house from 2AM until everyone started getting up. Then she would get ready and leave for work. The early AM of the day she died she waited up for her oldest son, Chris, to come in from his date to sit and talk with him because she knew it was her last chance. He didn't. He went to bed and she logged on the computer, checked her Lottery Ticket, walked out the door wall onto the deck to the garage and did it. The police said she did it with such accuracy she had been planning it for quite some time.
She had made other attempts but failed so she made sure she didn't miss this time. She suffered from Bi-Polar Type II disorder. Her depressive state was total darkness and her mania was just a normal mood for a healthy person. She never had true mania. That is the most striking difference between Type I and Type II disorders, also a minimum of 15% of type II's will follow through, type I's rarely are successful. They do both hate to take their medication.
There is a Simon and Garfunkel song I associate with us and it can't happen now but the 2nd half
Time it was and what a time it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memory
Thant's all that's left you.
I know she is still with me in some ways, I don't get many signs of her presence but I feel that is what she saves for her children and her husband. We had our time together for which I am eternally grateful and now our time apart for which I will be eternally sad, I miss her more than words can say. I hurt in a way that is indescribable, too painful to communicate and will always wonder what could I have done to save her.
I don't know for certain if she visited my mom when she died 2 months later due to a "doctors" error but I know my dad and my maternal grandmother did. She came in to our oldest sister's room at the hospital when she was dying of colon cancer and didn't speak but just sat in the chair next to her bed and smiled at her with a glow around her, and she visited our niece Anne who died on September 5, 2009. It brings me comfort to know that she will come for me as well along with my son, my parents and who knows who.
I wish everyone could understand that suicide isn't a choice, the brain shuts down and can no longer make decisions and the disease takes over and as they complete the act they are not aware of what they are doing. They are no longer in control of their actions and their lack of control of their actions leads to their death. The person they were is already gone before they complete the suicide. It is just the shell of the person they were doing whatever is the way the end life. I can never do anything but be happy for her chance at happiness after 43 years of sadness. She has found her way "out of the darkness".
I hope this helps someone dealing with a suicide, and please love the person, don't blame them, it is not their choice.
Pat Gooden
