It’s difficult to fathom the tragedy of suicide, especially among youths. I was stunned to read that since last fall, suicide has claimed the lives of eight teenagers in northeast Ohio. Because Linda Shaw, illustrator for The Story of The Bear lives in that area, The Record-Courier newspaper in Kent, Ohio, published an article about The Story of The Bear. Here’s the link to the story.
Today, the honeybees were busy sipping nectar from the flowers of an ironweed plant. This little bee’s abdomen and legs are speckled with pollen as he goes about his business. Each worker bee can visit thousands of flowers in a day and during its lifetime will produce one-twelfth of a teaspoon of honey. The anything-but-simple wonders of nature never cease to amaze me.
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.