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"When Someone Takes His Own Life" Excerpt by Norman Vincent Peale

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“When Someone Takes His Own Life”
Excerpt from “The Healing of Sorrow”
 by Norman Vincent Peale

“In many ways, this seems the most tragic form of death.  Certainly it can entail more shock and grief for those who are left behind than any other.  And often the stigma of suicide is what rests most heavily on those left behind.

Suicide is often judged to be essentially a selfish act.  Perhaps it is.”

(These are my reflections.) I do not agree. Suicide is no more a selfish act than having a heart attack or contracting and dying of cancer or having a fatal, tragic accident. The will to live is just too strong. Suicide is the end result of a pain so fierce and terrible that it makes escaping from the pain the only conceivable answer. Just because we cannot see the other person’s soul-ache deep pain does not mean that it doesn’t exist. Beth, Dylan’s Mom, 3/19/92-6/25/12, Forever my heart, my wings, my love

Norman Vincent Peale, continued excerpt:

“But the Bible warns us not to judge, if we ourselves hope to escape judgment.  And I believe this is one area where that Biblical command especially should be heeded. 

I think our reaction should be one of love and pity, not of condemnation.  Perhaps the person was not thinking clearly in his final moments; perhaps he was so driven by emotional whirlwinds that he was incapable of thinking at all.  This is terribly sad.  But surely it is understandable.  All of us have moments when we lost control of ourselves, flashes of temper, or irritation, of selfishness that we later regret.  Each one of us, probably, has a final breaking point–or would have if our faith did not sustain us.  Life puts more pressure on some of us than it does on others.  Some people have more stamina than others.  When I see in the paper, as I do all too often, that dark despair has rolled over some lonely soul, so much so that for him life seemed unendurable, my reaction is not one of condemnation.  It is, rather, ‘There but for the grace of God…’ 

And my heart goes out to those who are left behind, because I know that they suffer terribly.  Children in particular are left under a cloud of “differentness” all the more terrifying because it can never be fully explained or lifted.  The immediate family of the victim is left wide open to tidal waves of guilt ‘What did I fail to do that I should have done? What did I do that was wrong?’ 

To such grieving persons I can only say, “Lift up your heads and hearts.  Surely you did your best.  And surely the loved one who is gone did his best, for as long as he could.  Remember, now, that his battles and torments are over.  Do not judge him, and do not presume to fathom the mind of God where this one of His children is concerned.” 
A few days ago, when a young man died by his own had, a service for him was conducted by his pastor, the Rev. Warren Stevens.  What he said that day expresses, far more eloquently than I can, the message that I’m trying to convey.  Here are some of his words: 
  
‘Our friend died on his own battlefield.  He was killed in action fighting a civil war.  He fought against adversaries that were as real to him as his casket is real to us.  They were powerful adversaries.  They took toll of his energies and endurance.  They exhausted the last vestiges of his courage and strength.  At last these adversaries overwhelmed him.  And it appeared that he lost the war.  But did he?  I see a host of victories that he has won! 
For one thing — he has won our admiration — because even if he lost the war, we give him credit for his bravery on the battlefield.  And we give him credit for the courage and pride and hope that he used as his weapons as long as he could.  We shall remember not his death, but his daily victories gained through his kindnesses and thoughtfulness, through his love for family and friends, for animals and books and music, for all things beautiful, lovely and honorable.  We shall remember the many days that he was victorious over overwhelming odds.  We shall remember not the years we thought he had left, but the intensity with which he lived the years he had! 
Only God knows what this child of His suffered in the silent skirmishes that took place in his soul.  But our consolation is that God does know and understands!’

 (These are my reflections.) Yes, For whatever reason, there is a world beyond this tangible one here where we cannot see–for now, as is, as now. Someday, when God sees fit, I will see and be with my beloved son, Dylan, once again. It is only the interim, here, for me and all of us who lost Dylan to suicide, that brings such heartache. It won’t always be like this. Hold out for hope. For as deep is sorrow to us who lost them,  joy is to those who soul-travel to be home.) Beth, Dylan’s Mom 

The Solitary Walk of Grieving

Others can come alongside us for awhile, but our journey into the deep, dark night must be our own. Here, we rally against the darkness, awaken our soul’s deep slumber of the “normalcy” of everyday life, and do fierce battle with an enemy unseen. Grief torments, ruminates, is recursive and in the end, in losing a child to suicide, is unfinished. My son is a warrior son, and I, by default and through journeying my soul’s dark night in grieving losing Dylan to suicide, am a warrior mama. 
One day, there will be reconciling and resolution, but it is I who must learn to walk unfinished here, finding, once again, love, meaning, and purpose in the walking out of my life’s journey. I walk with grief. I carry the weight of bearing deep sorrow in my soul. I am a survivor of suicide. No matter how “good” things get, no matter the profundity of my joy and happiness here, as is, as now, I will always be tinged and laced with the bittersweet. 

The Terrible Truth of Suicide

Norman Vincent Peale Excerpt:

“Every twenty-four* minutes, in our troubled nation, someone dies by his own hand.  It may be fanciful, but I like to think that in the next world those unfortunate people may be given double opportunities for service, and the strength and joy to carry out such tasks.  So that for them these lines from a poem by Edwin Markham called Epitaph would be appropriate.”
   

Here now the dust of Edwin Markham lies,
But lo, he is not here, he is afar
On life’s great errands under mightier skies
And pressing on towards some melodious star. 

—-

‘Those we love are with the Lord,
and the Lord has promised to be with us.
If they are with Him,
and He is with us….
they cannot be far away.’  

Peter Marshall Chaplain, U. S. Senate 

*Grown to every 17 minutes in 2000.”

And sadly today, grown even more. For statistics and more information, see AFSP
American Foundation for Suicide Prevention

Love Never Dies–Always, our love lives on, Always
Till Soon, My Love, Till Soon

By Beth Brown

Rememberer of dreams. Whisperer of gardens green.
At the whim of "Most Beloved" and a hot cup of tea.
I live life between, straddled here now and then,
My continuity through writing--
Pen dripping ink, mind swirling confused,
Love lingering still, and Most Beloved's purring soothes.

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