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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 26, 2017
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Non-Fiction
Just my thoughts and a little story about what has been happening. INTERNATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION HOT LINE» 1-800-273-8255 Please don't hesitate to call that number if you are thinking about ending your life. Remember that there are people who care about you, even if you don't know it or believe it.
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Angel

There's no easy way to say this, so let's just get it out of the way: this is the story of how my son died. There. Like ripping off the Band-Aid. Not easy or painless, but quick. Unlike ripping off a Band-Aid, though, that pain doesn't fade. It leaves a scar. It's something that follows you around, day after day, twisting its way through every moment and every interaction. It's something that defines you. You lose a bit of yourself when something like that happens, and I don't mean just the actual loss of your own flesh and blood. For me, I stopped being a dad. I spent years and years as a dad, and then he died and I wasn't a dad anymore.

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