Suicide and the Funeral: Facing and Naming It

My 21-year-old younger sister Julie suicided nearly 30 years ago.  Looking back, it was the 1980s’ relative lack of understanding of suicide’s causes, and resulting stigma, that left our family utterly flummoxed as we prepared ourselves for her funeral. Each family member had conflicting needs and concerns due to our separate roles during in this crisis. Inadequate personal theologies about the disposition of her soul disrupted our ability to plan the funeral and the (dreaded) luncheon Continue Reading →