The day before Remembrance Day, our third son, Mikael, 25, took his own life. He had been suffering from deep depression for at least over two years.
Now, Mikael is safely in the arms of his Heavenly Father, free from pain and unhappiness.
We have been surrounded by so many people who love us and mourn along with us for the past week.
Mikael had a blog that documented his life's many adventures, most of which were misadventures, as he put it.
Read Mikael's "misadventure" blog at mikaelsmisadventures.blogspot.com
Now that Mikael is gone, his family seems to carry on his misadventurous tradition.
The upstairs toilet conduit sprang a leak. Water fell from the ceiling of the living room where family members and guests sit, visit, and mourn.
I called my friend, Chris, to come and help. Bless his brotherly heart and mechanical savvy, he was able to diagnosed and treat the problem for the time being. Now we have a gaping hole in the living room ceilng above where Debbie usually sits.
Yesterday, the entire family went to see Dr. Gordon, Mikael's psychiatrist for a de-briefing session.
When we emerged from Dr. Gordon's downtown office on St. Mary Avenue at 4:15 p.m., we discovered, much to my great distress, that our van and Mons' car were ticketed and towed.
We called Mom and Barbie for help immediately. Mons has an evening class to attend, he called his friend for assistance as well.
In the end, we retrieved our vehicles to the tune of $134 each.
Debbie tried to help me see the hillarity of the misadventures, but failed miserably. I feel miserable.
Lord, you are telling me something. Please make it clear to a less than intelligent man as I.
I'll see what today may bring.
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