Out of the Darkness

Tomorrow is the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention's annual Out of the Darkness walk. Our family will be participating for the second year on Team Emma, a team formed by one of Emma's friends last year soon after her death. It was one of those remarkable acts of strength, resilience and purpose that has moved and inspired us. Many of Emma's friends are returning from college to participate in the walk again this year, and the team has been bolstered by family, friends, neighbors and colleagues. We are so grateful to all those people who are taking this walk beside us, either by coming to the walk or by contributing to a cause that means so much to us. So far, we have more than 35 registered team members and have raised over $5,900. 


There are a lot of touching stories related to the walk this year. Actually I have a story in my heart about each person on the team, each person who gave a gift, and each person who couldn't be with us in Westport, but has joined a team in their town or on their campus. But, for now,  I'd like to share just 3. 


The first started with a call to my cell phone about 5 weeks ago. It was Emma's friend Chelsea calling from college. She talked a bit about how school was going, her classes, roommate, etc. Then she told me that she had been assigned a group project for her management class and that she and her group had decided to organize an Out of the Darkness walk in her college's town, Worcester, MA. I have to admit, I was a little concerned by her ambition at first. "Wow, Chelsea, that seems like a lot of work, are you sure you can handle that with everything else you have on your plate?" "Well," she said, "I haven't completely researched what it would entail, but I think we'll be able to pull it off. We want to do it on October 23rd, the week after the Westport walk. Can you come?" I told her if she was able to make it happen, we would be there, and sure enough, the first Out of the Darkness walk ever to be held in the Worcester area will be held on October 23rd. She did it. Chelsea will be at the walk on October 16th in Westport to honor Emma and support us, but I think the walk on the 23rd is bigger than that. That walk is about the Emma's she doesn't know, but knows are out there. The people for whom she can still make a difference. Her courage and determination are inspiring.


The second story started with an email to Peter from the wife of a colleague of Peter's. She wanted Peter to know that she and her husband would be at the walk. She also wanted him to know that he might be getting some walk donations from some people whose names he wouldn't recognize. She said they were having a celebration for their baby's first birthday and had asked their guests to make a contribution to AFSP in lieu of gifts. When Peter told me this story I was literally moved to tears. For one thing, this family doesn't know us well and had never met Emma. And I don't think you could send a stronger message that we need to break down the stigma and fear surrounding suicide than to ask for donations for suicide prevention in connection with your child's first birthday. These folks are not just walking the walk, they're talking the talk, and by doing so they are taking suicide out of the darkness.


And the last story happened last weekend. I guess it had been about two weeks since my last post when I wrote, in part, about how it had been clear that a few people were choosing to keep their distance. I was in the grocery store, the place that has seemed to inspire the greatest number of awkward encounters since Emma's death. A couple of weeks ago I was there and a person I know more than casually tried to out-run me through the store so that she wouldn't have to talk to me. It actually got a little comical to see her start down an aisle and then quickly turn back when she saw my cart turn the corner. I think it probably took her twice as long to complete her shopping mission and we still ended up in the last aisle, face to face, much to her discomfort and chagrin.


But last weekend was different. Last weekend I was buzzing through the grocery store at a break neck speed when I heard someone call my name from the opposite end of the store aisle. It was someone I hadn't seen in several years. I knew her casually because our kids had attended the same elementary school. She and her family had moved away and had just returned in the last year. Since her kids were younger and in different schools, I had not seen her since she returned to town. She jogged up to me and gave me a hug. "I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about your daughter," she said. "I heard about the walk." she went on, "and I want you to know that I'll be there with my daughter. I think it so important to talk about this."


Alleluia!


I've often heard it said that the journey of loss is about learning to accept death. But sometimes I think we are called upon to challenge death. All of our great advances in medicine have come because we challenged ourselves, as a society, to find causes and develop cures for the illnesses and conditions that robbed us of our loved ones prematurely. Scientists and doctors did the work, but the public demanded it and backed it up with the financial support to make it happen. But for some reason, it seems that we have not had the public will to challenge suicide. We've accepted the monumental loss of life and the devastating toll on the families left behind. We've shaken our heads, shrugged our shoulders, waved a white flag in defeat.  That's got to change.


Tomorrow's walk is about raising awareness and supporting survivors, but it is also about looking a formidable foe squarely in the eyes and issuing a challenge. To all of you who have joined us in issuing this challenge by walking, raising funds, or contributing funds, we are so grateful to have you on our side. If you haven't participated, but would like to, click here. You can register online to walk through midnight tonight and at the walk tomorrow. Team and walker donations will be accepted through December 31st.


Suicide, you're going down!