On Saturday night Ian, my sixteen year old brother, killed himself. It was completely unexpected - he seemed to be doing really well and was enjoying his Christmas break as far as any of us can tell there was no warning that he would attempt something like this. There has been so much sadness but also so much love. I am greatful for the grace God has shown to us during this terrible time. The meals from church friends meant so much. We could just sit and eat soup and be exhausted and sad.
I spent the today with my sisters for the first time in many years. We worked together to make a mourning wreath for the door and we looked through the boxes of photographs so that we could put together an album of my brother's life.
It's so hard to find words to express how this has affected me. It doesn't seem real.