December 8th, 2001. It started out as such an ordinary day. Hanging out with the boyfriend. Shopping. Lunch. The typical things that college freshman do.
It ended as a day forever etched in my mind. And all because people can’t use nice words. Because we are all too self important to take the feelings of others into consideration.
When I arrived home for the evening, I was informed that at the age of 15, my sister’s best friend ended her own life because the pain of being bullied was just too much to bear any longer. She was a sophomore in high school. She was beautiful. She was funny. She was a daughter. A sister. An aunt. A granddaughter. A friend.
But kids, they are so cruel. They teased her. Called her names. Tried to fight her. Did fight her. Punched her.
She just couldn’t take anymore.
Suicide is never final. For the family and friends left behind it’s a pain that doesn’t end. There are so many questions with so few answers. The lives of these people are forever changed.
If anything ‘positve’ can come from such a tragic event my hope is that it’s this:
Be mindful of the words you use towards others for their impact is far greater than you could ever imagine. Kindness is always the answer. I believe that so strongly I tattooed the phrase ‘kindness can change the world’ on my wrist. I look at that phrase every single minute of every single day. It is a constant reminder that I possess the power to impact others.
I hope I wield that power well.
Peace be with you Emily. You are gone, but not forgotten, Lady. I hope you found the peace you were seeking and that as you look down upon your family and friends you see how loved you are.