When my children’s grandfather took his own life, the last thing I wanted to do was tell them how Grampa died. But when a newspaper headlined the details, I knew I had no choice. I went to bed that night wondering how I would tell them, and The Story of The Bear came to me in the night.
It was a way for me to open the difficult conversation. After I told them the story, my then 7-year-old son said, “That was a good story, but it’s too bad the bear had to die.”
And then I told them the rest of the story.