Eighteen months after I lost my son, Ben, I joined a Zoom meeting for survivors of suicide. A young girl was also in the meeting for the first time. She had lost her dad to suicide just 2 months ago. She could barely talk. One hour into the meeting, I logged off. I hadn’t found what I was looking for, but more importantly, felt nothing was said to help this young girl. I knew right then I needed to try to help. Even if it is only one person. This blog is what I have learned without Ben.
