Special thanks to James Randall music!
Special thanks to James Randall music!
There were seven older sisters
Waiting for a brother to call
The day that you were born
We rejoiced and sat in awe
At the wild-eyed boy in wonder
Wondering what the times would bring
The trees they swayed, the birds they chirped
Our souls in joy would sing
But times, they were a changing
And the sadness came to call
We could not keep you with us
Though we truly gave it our all
But we will remember the good times
All the precious moments we shared
We will remember the happiness
And the laughter
Please remember we cared
May peace flow through you veins
Like a river winding strong
May there be no shame or guilt
May your days in Heaven be long
There are seven older sisters
Waiting for their brother to call
We will wait to hear from you
In the Winter Spring Summer and Fall
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Talking about our loved ones after their death is especially difficult after a suicide. Not only is it painful for the survivor of the loss, but we have the added bonus of the other persons discomfort. That “Oh my gosh, what do I say” face. I think the most frustrating thing for me is the …
There is a public health crisis on the rise, though it has been around for ages. Social media, however, has taken it to new extremes. This threat to the health, lives, and well-being of children and teens has, unfortunately, been given a get-out-of-jail-free pass in our society. It has for far too long been considered “kids just being kids”. It is not kids just being kids, however, it is kids just being bullies. And bullying literally kills. There will be children who take their own lives because of it. As such, it must be taken seriously, just as any other threat to health and safety is. We must do whatever it takes to stop it.
I know a thing or two about bullying. I wish I did not.
As a 13-year old girl, I once had my childhood crush, who had just been told that I “liked” him, announce to a class of 22 kids “Carol, I’m not available, but I have a dog that is desperate”. I cried for days. The same kid, along with some others, once threw a bottle-rocket at me, which exploded, charring the bottom of my foot. He and the others at school would call me “mouse”, because they said I had beady eyes and was ugly. They would announce this to a class full of other kids. They once lured me to the Quantico Creek, to show me a huge snake in the water. I was terrified of snakes. One of them thought it would be funny to throw me into the creek, with all my clothes on, in close vicinity to the ominous-looking snake. They tore up a pussy-willow once (when we were waiting at the school bus stop), and threw it into my hair, causing me to have to go home and get ready all over again. They would throw ice cubes at me, and slap me with towels, at the neighborhood pool, causing bruises. They announced to the bus full of kids, a few days later, that I was ugly and no one would ever want to date me. I came home from school crying. My Mom and Dad wanted to know what was wrong. I could not bring myself to tell them what was going on. Doing so felt like admitting that I was a loser.
That 8th grade year was hell for me. I dreaded going to school every day. I even once thought about taking myself out of this world.
I am not telling this story to play the victim, or make anyone feel sorry for me. The truth is, I have sincerely forgiven these kids. Most of them are now my dear friends. I understand that they were kids, and their Frontal Lobes were still developing. Many of them have apologized, sincerely, for what they put me through. I myself can recall a time or two when I was acting like a bully, so who am I not to forgive? The truth is, I love them, and I am glad that I came to a place of forgiveness, long ago.
But it is not just them that I have to forgive, and here is where the main purpose of my message comes to fruition. There were many who witnessed these things, and said nothing. There were teachers who witnessed these things, and did nothing. There was only one friend I can think of in that timeframe who stood up for me, my neighborhood friend Tina. Otherwise, I was on my own. Because the other kids, and adults, the witnesses, they did absolutely nothing. Nothing.
Nothing leads to…. nothing.
So please, if you witness such things, take a stand. Do whatever you have to do. Go to the school principal. Tell the child’s parents. Go to law enforcement if you have to.
The kids who bullied me have been forgiven, yes, but the imprint that they left upon my psyche, it still pops up from time to time, in the form of self-loathing and a sense of inferiority. In other words, the damage can be far-reaching and long-lasting. I am 46 years old, and writing this has been hard. It’s still painful. It’s something that you never truly “get over”.
Let us all take bullying seriously. Our kid’s lives depend on it!
They are all that I have left
I have volumes of them
But they were stolen
By one whom I loved
By one with no heart
Or perhaps it was displaced somewhere
Hidden away with the labeled albums
Year by year
They were all that I had left
My sacred inheritance
Is gone with the wind
That blew away
Those with teens: there is a great movement on social media that is about to sweep instagram, that seeks to reduce the stigma surrounding mental illness and empower teens regarding suicide prevention. Please share with the teens that you know. Let’s make the world a better place for teens!