I guess this short post is dedicated to my Uncle Jr. who committed suicide November 1995 at the age of 20. There are only several more months until the 20th anniversary of his death.
I had just turned 2 at the time of his passing, but the memory of the wake is still fresh in my mind. Sadly, this is the only memory of my uncle that I had. I had missed out on a great uncle and I'm not certain if he had been saved at the time of his death. From tapes that were saved and by word of mouth from relatives, he was very much like me: funny, caring and always smiling. And he had always been there for his relatives, and often took care of me as well. I guess this eulogy also serves as a bit of a note to anyone thinking about suicide.
Not only does suicide leave grieving relatives behind, but future generations of relatives would also miss out on getting to know a person.
I had just turned 2 at the time of his passing, but the memory of the wake is still fresh in my mind. Sadly, this is the only memory of my uncle that I had. I had missed out on a great uncle and I'm not certain if he had been saved at the time of his death. From tapes that were saved and by word of mouth from relatives, he was very much like me: funny, caring and always smiling. And he had always been there for his relatives, and often took care of me as well. I guess this eulogy also serves as a bit of a note to anyone thinking about suicide.
Not only does suicide leave grieving relatives behind, but future generations of relatives would also miss out on getting to know a person.
