Tonight I went to a memorial service for Evelyn Gonzalez who committed suicide last Friday. The minister made some great points, of which I would like to restate. One thing that stood out to me was, "We are not meant to face our challenges alone, but to live in fellowship." I often forget this important concept. When I am in the hospital or dealing with medical stuff, I often feel like I am alone, no one can help me, and there's nothing that I or anyone can do. I can't trust anyone with a needle, which is very bad, because I have to trust surgeons and doctors a lot. Evelyn felt like that to, not from a medical stand point, but from others. She thought there was no one there for her, and it seemed to her the only way to get peace was to take her life away.
Then, all of her friends or other people that knew her came up and told stories or talked about Evelyn. Evelyn was a spunky and bubbly person. She was the life of the party, and when anyone was down, she would make them feel happy. Evelyn and I went to the same Elementary School, and middle school. She was a grade ahead of me, but the same age, and I knew of her. She did indeed have a great smile. She will be remembered, and missed forever. Although her physical being is gone, her spirit will live on forever.
Even though I didn't
really know you, I feel as if you were there throughout my life as a teenager at Harvest Park, and a little kid at Mohr Elementary. I wish that I had had time to get to know you. I hope that you are at peace. I'll miss you.
