I never know what to write on these things. I'm a 52 year old geek/hippie ( I know right ? ) I have been living in chronic pain since 1990. I'm an iris farmer...ok well I used to be, now just a small patch I can barely manage. I try to garden my own veggies, have designed handicapped growing boxes and this year is the trial run on them. Different than ordinary container gardens. It allows handicapped people to even grow decent sized root crops with almost no effort, planting to harvesting. If they work lol. I'll know in the fall and then hammer out the flaws. I'm into the sciences, sci-fi, murder mysteries, art, reading. Swimming when I can get to a pool.
About my Loss:
My daughter Binah was 23 when she took her life and under her circumstances I can't blame her. I feel terrible guilt that I was unable to help her. I tried so hard. I found her body. It was very strange. I entered her room and looked all over but did not see her. The room was empty. Absolutely empty. Then after a minute or so my eyes focused on the sweater I had bought for her a couple of days previously. It was sitting upright on the floor. Then I noticed my daughters body was in it. She had been 3 ft away from me but I couldn't see her. The room was empty. Devoid of presence. The thing on the floor was not my daughter. Just a shell. None the less I said her name. I yelled her name. I screamed her name. But she was not there. For days I kept thinking if I would have screamed louder she would have woken up. Come back.
Krystal Potter
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Manton, MI
United States
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