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Why? After the Suicide of My Son-A Mother Remembers

Tabby cat sitting outside beside a red rose bush staring directly ahead, photograph, My Forever Son
Daddy Cat in the Rose Garden, My Forever Son
I Will Seek Until I Find You

And where will you run when arms reach 
(but you’re not mine)
When I can feel still so strongly 
(holding you still in my arms)
 
From here frantic I search wildly 
(but cannot ever now find)
Little one in pictures 
(trying hard for one so young)

Standing, but not steady, little hand tucked inside mine
Holding on together climbing moonbeams to the stars
Once upon a time ago—forever in my mind
I thought us both impervious 
(Against the ravages of time)

Oh little one where art thou
Whence I call you once again
Dearest child, still my child on earth
(in a world so vast and big)
You've gone where I can't find you
(and seek still that which did exist)

If God can hear prayers from below 
(and you can see me now)
Please know I miss you terribly
(and will seek until I find)
A way to hold you yet again
(your hand yet still tucked in mine)

When fire moon red bloodies 
Little star that once was mine
Deepest blue on blackest night 
(I will seek until I find)
Little one beside me
 (your hand tucked inside mine.)


© Beth Brown, 2022

We cannot change what we cannot see,
erase past from our future
to future-forward be.

Beth Brown, My Forever Son

“It’s the neverness that is so painful. Never again to be here with us- never to sit with us at table, never to travel with us, never to laugh with us, never to cry with us, never to embrace us as he leaves for school……All the rest of our lives we must live without him. Only our death can stop the pain of his death. A month, a year, five years- with that I could live. But not this forever.”

Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son

Ghost memories swirl everywhere

I drove home last night past the high school. Dylan’s high school. Class of 2010. Graduation tassels. Purple and Gold. Ghost memories swirl everywhere.
Playing alto sax and marching proudly with the high school band, countless football games waiting, watching for him at half time as the band criss-crossed the field and formed a striking image. Watching him come of age–shy away from girls, then tentatively, furtively, steal glances of girls.
Ghost visions of my car being parked outside the high school every afternoon for two solid years of high school–my waiting, listening for the bell, watching students stream from all the main doors and flow out into their worlds.
My world was waiting for Dylan to see me, then pretend and feign coolness in an effort not to let me know he was acknowledging seeing me (how embarrassing to be a high school junior and still be having your mom drive you home from school).
I loved watching him swing up and off his shoulder his heavy backpack, sling it into the backseat, then slide into the comfortable familiarity of the red Toyota Solara he’d grown up in.

Shadow memories linger  

Registering him for classes freshman year. Pain in the waking of memories. How confident and happy he was in 8th grade, and so sadly, how dark and miserable he became his freshman year of high school.
Dylan, My Forever Son

Haunting memories 

His high school had been my high school too. I had moved from Los Angeles back to Ohio, my stomping grounds, all to be close to family who, in the end, all moved away. A choice–my choice–to bring my child of age all against the back-brush of  my hometown community, never knowing that this community would swallow him whole.
Jolly Pirates for doughnuts on sleepovers. Dairy Queen (always chocolate) after band concerts. General Tso’s chicken from Double Dragon.
My life now. Painful if I stay here remembering. Painful if I move away remembering. I travel into what used to be such beautiful, rich memories. Now it all haunts. My hometown. Schools. Restaurants. Movie theaters. Main Street.
Half the time, I’m not even sure my life is real. I swirl in a surreal haze, swipe of wash across my line of vision, blurred, disconnected, so long ago and yet so much here that I am both consumed and confused. I continue to wake up surprised that I am still here and live much of my day pretending around the fact that my child, my son, my heart, my soul, my joy, my love, myself–all of who I am, died by suicide on June 25, 2012.
In lines that haunt and rhymes that sing,
 
life goes on through winter’s sting.

— Beth Brown, My Forever Son

I have my before suicide life. I have my post suicide life.
And I inherently inhabit neither the past nor the present.
I live in the interim, caught between this world and the next,
that wherever world wherever you forever are-the distance of stars in-between.

Beth Brown, My Forever Son

My Post-Apocalyptic World

My post-apocalyptic world

Shattered. Barren. Smoking. Dead. Devoid of any significant meaning.
 
I wander still, 3 years, 8 months after Dylan’s death, so much more capable in so many ways of faking it, of masking–typically, so much pain, so many-folded layers of grappling with suicide and death and losing my child.
 
And yet still, inside, in my heart, in my Dylan-sized hole which is, in truth, all of me, I falter, lose my way–fall, shatter, and break all over again–sometimes predictably, but so oftentimes, not predictably at all.
 
It is enough to breathe.
To catch my breath.
To exhale this pain.
 
Next month is Dylan’s birthday. March 19, 1992. I’ve known about this for awhile because my insides won’t let me rest.
I can feel it in my gut. The slow onward march. Relentless. Pursuing. Steady on into this season of his death.
 
March 19th, 2012, Dylan turned 20 years old. Promise. Hope. Difficulties, but always hope. Fear. Two previous suicide attempts. Staying with my sister and her family. Trying to get his life on the right track. A job at a local electronics store.
 
But illusive–his will to live, his wanting to stay, his wishing for stars and galaxies, peace and silence all on a Facebook post (to which I wasn’t privy) : “just waiting to be struck by lightening.”
 

Pain-filled memories echo

Failed attempts at relationships, pulling away from his childhood friends, his running buddies, those who really knew him. A hideous, hellish suicide attempt after getting paid for his first week of work at the electronics’ store, all because Why?
a red heart broken in two with the word "Why?" written across both sides.
Why?

Why? Why? To where screaming only shatters and only deafness makes sense.

Why? To which an ocean’s deafening roar silences Again, only deafness makes sense. And yet still the why haunts my all.

Why, Oh dear child, did you not hear my love?

The Beat of my heart shaped by you.

The song of you which still now I sing.

And yet perhaps you could not hear above the deafening roar of your heart’s ache.

 

“Pig Angels” by Dylan Andrew Brown, Age 7

Sketched drawing of Pig Angels by Dylan Andrew Brown, age 7. Pig angels have blue and yellow wings.
“Pig Angels” by Dylan, age 7, My Forever Son

Little Star that once was mine—
Little Star now that I can’t find

And Yet perhaps you could not hear above the deafening roar of your heart’s ache.

Beth Brown, My Forever Son
Red and yellow roses against a brick wall, My Forever Son

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