海角大神

Editor鈥檚 Note:聽Sarah Peterson,聽15, of Norfolk, Va., died聽Jan.聽20, after聽attempting suicide聽Jan.聽16. Monitor blogger Lisa Suhay is a neighbor of Sarah's family and her 14-year-old son, Avery, was a friend of Sarah's. Local media, guided by ethical concerns, does not聽report on the specifics of suicide by minors,聽but the Virginian-Pilot聽. Ms. Suhay, concerned about her son's reaction to the suicide, wrote the letter below to Avery. She spoke directly with the Peterson family, neighbor-to-neighbor, about聽it and they agreed that publishing it could be a service to community awareness and healing. The Peterson family is聽planning to start聽聽to help address and heal teen depression through education and research.

Dear Avery,

I know you don鈥檛 want to talk about Sarah鈥檚 suicide. You say it鈥檚 not affecting you at all, you鈥檙e 鈥渇ine鈥� and 鈥渟he鈥檚 just a girl who lived down the street.鈥�

Because you鈥檙e a 14-year-old boy and I realize boys may approach grief differently than girls, I鈥檓 tempted to roll with that.

However, I鈥檓 your mom and you鈥檙e not looking me in the eye when you tell me you鈥檙e fine which has my parental radar on high alert.

Also, it鈥檚 not 鈥渟ome girl down the street,鈥� it鈥檚 Sarah, who was at our front door nearly every day all summer long asking for you.

It was Sarah, of the long, wavy, white-blond hair and cheery disposition. She disguised her depression and emotional suffering so perfectly that an entire community sits in dazed mourning today.

She and her friend would come to the door numerous times a day, giggling as you exaggerated an eye roll and waved them away saying, 鈥淪hoo! Scat! I have other stuff to do right now. Sheesh!鈥� You had already spent hours of teen time wandering the neighborhood with those two and your circle of summer pals.

Also, it took you four days to tell me about Sarah.

When you finally did, your head was down, you tried to get the sentence out so fast it was like seeing someone rip off a bandaid to show mom a glimpse of the hurt.

Then you got that wound wrapped up tight as fast as possible.

You said, 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 mention it because it didn鈥檛 affect me.鈥�

A moment later you added, 鈥淎lso, I just wasn鈥檛 accepting it. I鈥檓 still not accepting it.鈥�

Kid, you are not fine. I know this because you failed to tell me the whole story.

The truth is that when you told me about her suicide, Sarah was still alive.

She was lying in a hospital bed, her brain activity had ended after her suicide, but it would be another four days before she was removed from life support.

I found out through Facebook, where her parents posted notes to the community.

Her parents are great parents. They didn鈥檛 fail her in any way. Her dad wrote that Sarah hid her depression so well her parents only found out last month and while they got her help immediately she was unable to cope.

While you may feel I was prying into your life, I was really trying to figure out why our entire neighborhood was tying red ribbons (Sarah鈥檚 favorite color) on everything and posting the message 鈥淧ray for Sarah鈥� everywhere.

They were praying for a miracle.

Those ribbons remind me of you because, like you, they鈥檙e all tied up tight, being savaged by the howling cold that鈥檚 set in here this past week.

I let you have space and time because I knew you were trying to cope all on your own.

Maybe you do that because you have never seen your father shed a tear under any circumstances.

So, let me tell you that your father鈥檚 eyes welled up when I told him about Sarah, and he had only met her once.

After I told him, he mortified you with that big, awkward hug in the hallway.

Because your head was buried in his embrace as he rocked you, you didn鈥檛 see his eyes, teary and filled with worry for you.

That鈥檚 what happens to parents when they hear that one of their child鈥檚 friends has taken his or her own life in a time of deepest despair.

We become terribly selfish.

While we immediately feel pain for your friend鈥檚 parents and family we are stricken with immeasurable terror at the thought of losing you.

I know you wish I鈥檇 shut up. I heard you loud and clear each and every time you said, 鈥淲hy is everyone making such a big deal? I鈥檓 fine. This is embarrassing. I just want it all to go away. STOP!鈥�

It will stop, but I don鈥檛 want the part of you that cares and shows emotion, sadness, grief, and love to go away.

That鈥檚 why I am sending you out on your bike in the cold today, to follow the trail of red ribbons from our house to Sarah鈥檚 house and beyond, to the hundreds that flutter in the wind down her block.

Then you can blame any tears you might shed on the bitter cold gusts animating the ribbons as they and you wave goodbye to both Sarah and the idea that we can avoid the pain of loss by pretending we don鈥檛 feel it.