

Last night, I was given the most thoughtful gift I have received in quite some time.
Before I assisted with our Blue Christmas worship service (meant for those grieving through the holidays) at the church I serve, a member of our grief group ran up to me. She handed me a clear bag with a green sweatshirt in it and said in a hurry, “this isn’t a Christmas gift – this is in memory of your cousin. Some of the proceeds go to suicide prevention, and I wanted you to have it.”
The tears pricked my eyes instantly.
I lead our grief group because this special friend, Wayna, is a widow and asked me if we offered anything at the church for those experiencing loss. Together, we got the ball rolling on a grief group. And as she grieves her husband, I grieve my cousin, Rachel, who ended her life too soon.
This is an extremely thoughtful, generous gift. I held the bag to my chest as I hugged her. For one of the few times in my life, I felt speechless.
When you lose someone you love to suicide, you can’t help but wonder what you could have done to help – how you could have loved harder, been more available… the list goes on and on. I have struggled with my grief, which is not unusual, but I have had the unique and immense privilege of walking through grief with some of the most wonderful people who have supported me as I have sought to support them in their own loss journeys, too.
Thank you to my friend, Wayna, for the gift. Thank you for knowing my heart and walking alongside me through grief. I treasure your friendship and this precious gift.
























