At approximately 2:00 p.m., on November 2, 1993, my husband took his own life.  That event brought me and our four children face-to-face with a death we did not understand–indeed, did not want to understand.  The pain is embodied in the words of our oldest daughter, Edie:

There is no more laughter in this house
for it has passed away.
You took the joy we once had known
on that awful November day.

The pain cuts deep inside my soul
the thoughts that never end
of what has been and what will be
and where you should be now.

I want to run away and hide
from all the tears and pain.
But there’s no where that you didn’t touch
that I can find today.
Edie