Hafiz Shirazi was a 14th century Persian poet. Though separated by many centuries, here he puts into words the sadness that, even today, so many of us who love those struggling with mental illness, go through.
We who have lost someone to suicide, often live with the grief of believing that we were never able to show the person we lost how beautiful they were. I want to offer that many of us were an integral part of the light and goodness in the life of our loved one, while they were still living.
Perhaps, in allowing our memories to include the good and not just the circumstances around the eventual loss, we will begin to see the astonishing light of our own beings. It is in that light, I am certain, that we will find pieces of our healing.