Every family has a legacy. Passed down through ancestors and on to us are continuations of family trusts, heirloom furnishings, or even good solid surnames. My own family legacy left me none of those things. It left the legacy of suicide.
Long before I was born my grandmother stumbled upon the lifeless body of her eighteen-year-old son, Bobby. He had somehow managed to pull the trigger of a rifle and kill himself in the small confines of the bathroom of their home. My mother named her own first born son after the brother she had lost. But within both my mother’s and father’s family line, suicide was to continue. Uncles of both my mother and father ended their lives within a few years of each other. And within my own immediate family, the legacy would continue. But let me start at the beginning…(to be continued).
To be or not to be, that is the question..
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet