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My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Call out to Dylan’s "Brothers"–Where are you now?…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Call out to Dylan’s “Brothers”–Where are you now?…: When Dylan died, 14 young men—ages 19-21, attended his funeral. They called themselves “brothers,” and they all grew up in and around …

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My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : My Sister’s Reflections, An Excerpt from "Faces of…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : My Sister’s Reflections, An Excerpt from “Faces of…: An Excerpt from “Faces of Suicide: Volume 2”  (available as an e-book at Amazon for $3.00)  This excerpt is written b…

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My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Walking in My Own Shoes

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Walking in My Own Shoes: The Tripartite Model of Suicide Bereavement By Diana Sands, Ph.D., Director, Centre for Intense Grief; author of the book and DVD …

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My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Just Breathe

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Just Breathe: My Forever Son–My Beloved Dylan March 19, 1992-June 25, 2012 Forever my heart, my wings, my love Suicide changes everything. and t…

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My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Memorial Day, Echoes and Hauntings

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Memorial Day, Echoes and Hauntings: The Empty Chair Most days, I cannot imagine my life without my son. Perhaps this is why starting my day is so difficult. It isn’t a…

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My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Memorial Day, Echoes and Hauntings

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Memorial Day, Echoes and Hauntings: The Empty Chair Most days, I cannot imagine my life without my son. Perhaps this is why starting my day is so difficult. It isn’t a…

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Memorial Day, Echoes and Hauntings

The Empty Chair Most days, I cannot imagine my life without my son. Perhaps this is why starting my day is so difficult. It isn’t always like this, and after two years and almost 11 months, I am sometimes able to greet my day with gratitude and balance, a centeredness that defies my tragic loss. […]

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Warrior Son: Depression Never Sleeps

Dylan, May 2010, graduation ceremony for Mosaic ***The article below from The Guardian is long, but well worth the read. *** Dylan died of depression. Depression sucks. Depression kills. Depression is not all in your head. It’s real. It lies in wait. It lies to you and tells you “you suck.” Meds come with side […]

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Matins

Sunrise in Ohio Matins I. Somewhere, out at the edges, the night Is turning and the waves of darkness Begin to brighten the shore of dawn. The heavy dark falls back to earth And the freed air goes wild with light, The heart fills with fresh, bright breath And thoughts stir to give birth to color. II. I […]

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Pictures of Dylan: Wanting, Missing, Longing

January 2010 at Grandma’s house, Grandpa Brown is on the computer screen–the Dylan we all know and love Saturday night and I just miss him–everything, intensely. I want it all back–Dylan and Luci flopped on the couch, gaming, the comedy channel, the history channel, boys coming over for pizza, to game, to play music, to […]

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My Sister’s Reflections, An Excerpt from "Faces of Suicide: Volume 2"

An Excerpt from “Faces of Suicide: Volume 2”  (available as an e-book at Amazon for $3.00)  This excerpt is written by my sister, Linda Taylor, Dylan’s Aunt Linda. Monte and Linda before June 25, 2012 I wrote about Dylan in “Faces of Suicide: Volume 1,” also available from Amazon as an e-book for $3.00.  These […]

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This Too Shall Pass

Dylan, Bethany, and Jeramiah April Something 2015 or at least I think it’s supposed to be 2015. I really am at my best when I don’t know the calendar day. I know it’s Friday–and Fridays are always good, feel good heading into the weekend. Last night I dreamt about Dylan. This is not unusual as […]

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Call out to Dylan’s "Brothers"–Where are you now?

When Dylan died, 14 young men—ages 19-21, attended his funeral. They called themselves “brothers,” and they all grew up in and around my neighborhood, and they all attended the same schools. These are tightly-knit friends who have known each other since they were  5-8 years old and with whom they shared all of their growing […]

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Dylan–self portrait

Dylan–self portrait.

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Walking in My Own Shoes

The Tripartite Model of Suicide Bereavement By Diana Sands, Ph.D., Director, Centre for Intense Grief; author of the book and DVD Red Chocolate Elephants: For Children Bereaved by Suicide (2010), Sydney, Australia, Karridale How we talk to ourselves and others about the loss of our loved one can ease our grief or make it more […]