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  1. For some reason Facebook Live decided it would end the broadcast and I’ll take that as a sign that I said what I needed to say. Weirdly the broadcast was still ‘live’ for 5 or so minutes after it ended so I will take that as a sign of the resilience of life . . . . . Thank you all for watching. M πŸ’–πŸ’œπŸ’–

  2. Naomi Tamayama Yes, and it can be hard for the families to get that it’s not and wasn’t necessarily about them and what they ‘coulda, shoulda, woulda’ done. Sometimes the person just doesn’t have enough internal light left . . . . .

    • Exactly I completely something that I say often to people. You often believe that you are helping people because you are such a burden. It’s not reality but brain chemistry can feel so real and sometimes the darkness closes in and you can’t find a light switch to show you that there is another way. I am grateful for the strength I have and the angels that gave me enough light to fight through. πŸ™‚ very grateful

  3. Debbie Allan Hobart My condolences and it’s not an easy place to be for either side, and inmany respects those that are left behind now have the longest journey and bigger decisions to make about how to live. M πŸ’œ

    • Thank you for this, Marilyn, and thank you, Debbie, for sharing. I am so very sorry for your loss. I have two children; you are in my thoughts. I always said, I didn’t want to die an unlived life, that I would rather have 20 good years than 100 miserable ones. Sometimes it’s just hard to remain. In the end, my mother, who was 94, was miserable, not from physical illness but from being plain heartbroken. She kept saying she wanted to die. I got her a Faith Rock and asked her to hold it tight in her hands when her mind “went there.” She did so, even saying it did not fall out of her hands one night when she went to sleep with it, that she was still holding it tight in her hands when she awakened. I told her that was nothing but the power of God and she should just keep the faith, that she would leave us in God’s season, not hers. She did, a bit over a month later. I have always fluctuated between joy and sadness, at times not even wanting to continue which, I know, is owed to being in utero when my mother was going through one of the most awful times of her life. Her trauma was mine, and I have lived it for 67 years. My mother is free now, and I am sensing those strange happenings since she left are signs that she is telling me to live and to be free. ❀

    • Oh Patricia Green that is just wonderful, not the bit about your mother dying, the piece about faith and you being free to live even more. And the genealogical (and ancestral) trauma, I think that can be deep and might also account for many things in our society at large today. Here’s to lives very well and joyfully lived!!! 🍸🍾🍸

    • Thank you Patricia Green I believe it was no accident that I spotted you in that cafe all those years ago in that cafe in London and then got chatting after Donda’s talk . . . . And the conversation in my head this morning went something like this:

      Mind: “Let’s do a Facebook Live!”
      Me: “It’s early. Have you seen the time, I’m still in bed, and about what?”
      Mind: “About suicide.”
      Me: “What the? What the? What????? You want my first public post of the day and the week to be about suicide????!!!????”

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