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The three Hs

November25

Not super talky tonight in general.  I’ve been a bit blue today, because it’s not really all that weird to hate goodbyes.  My visitors are off to their Thanksgiving vacation, and I’ve already been missing them something fierce.

To top off the blue feeling, I just watched a video for survivors of suicide.  My brother is conspicuously absent too, and with the upcoming holiday and game I feel it keenly.  There was a little mnemonic presented to anyone wanting to help anyone else who was grieving or dealing with a loss that I thought was particularly insightful.  The three Hs were to Hug, Hush, and Hang out. That sounds just about right to me.

Of course, being showered with kisses by a kindergartener helps too.  So does watching a second grader be goofy with his new foam bullet gun, and arguing about which Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle everyone in the family represents.  I highly recommend borrowing a couple of grimy little boys the next time you’re feeling sad.

posted under Health, Love, suicide loss

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