![]() Even if each suicide death profoundly affects just five loved ones – a conservative estimate – there are 237,500 of my compatriots walking among us each year. I found myself in the loneliest place I’d ever been after Liza died, the statistics suggest, however, that I am in good company. The statistics don’t include suicides that are misreported as accidental overdoses, heart attacks, or falls down the stairs. Suicide is the tenth leading cause of death. On Sunday, October 25, 2020, we lost my older sister Liza.Īpproximately 47,500 people take their own lives each year in the U.S. We lost traveling, and we lost loved ones. We lost jobs proms and graduations baseball, March Madness, and the Boston Marathon. My mind often replays this evening and one thing that stands out is the pain in my husband’s voice as he confirmed that the worst had happened. I dropped to the kitchen floor and squeezed my hands over my face because I already knew that she was gone I handed the phone to my husband and asked him to return the call. It was just after nine on October 25 and our children were sleeping upstairs when I received a message from the New York City Police Department.
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