It is now three years later and while some know, many that I interact with on a regular basis do not. This poem describes the problem that still exists.
by Sue Anderson
Like a false front on a movie set
is me to someone who does not know.
To those who do,
they know that Josh's death defines me.
No longer the mom of four beautiful children,
I am the mom whose youngest took his life.
Unspeakably tragic, this sacred and fragile truth
can only be told to the trustworthy,
of whom I know many,
but the dilemma becomes one of timing.
There are no good answers
so I remain silent,
which means those who think they know me,
really know nothing at all.