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I found my mother’s suicide note.
It lay beside her fallen hand.
It held two sentences:
No funeral. No nothing.
It lay beside her fallen hand.
It held two sentences:
No funeral. No nothing.
Did my mother really feel that way? Did she not hold steadfast everything and everyone that loves her? Did she not believe she was good enough for us? Or for herself?
She killed herself.
That’s wrong.
It’s not her right to say when she wants to die. It’s God’s choice when she dies.
Then why didn’t He have someone save her? Why did He let her suffer? Why didn’t I see this coming!? Why didn’t I try to stop her!?
How could you know that she felt this way? She never said anything.
Yes, she did! She’s hinted. I just never caught on.
Perhaps.
Since when did the mother I knew wear layers of make-up?!
Never.
When was the last time she spoke Dad’s name?
Three months ago. The day he died.
…
It’s not you’re fault that she died.
Yes it is!
No it is not.
Then who’s is it?
Hers. Her fault, and the devil’s for tempting her. And drawing her away from the faith.
I could have done something…
You were not aware.
… I should have been…
She was full of grief. She turned away from the one thing that could have comforted her.
God.
Yes. And she was led away from the Word and Him by the devil.
But… Why did she have to leave me?
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.
Joshua 1:9
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