Christmas will never exist in my life after this year.
My son, Delaney Jordan, committed suicide yesterday. December 25th, 2019.
Left to Right:Me,Jordan,Randy
Left to Right: Jordan, Randy and I.
He and his wife, Katelyn, decided to relocate from Toronto, Ontario to Black Diamond, Alberta.
They had made the decision to start a new life in a new province with new friends.
Alberta was not good to them at all. When they first arrived they did their best to try and secure employment. Kate succeeded by finding a part time job at a subway sandwich shop.
Social Services absolutely refused to help them in any way. Even at Christmas.
They were actually quite rude to both Katelyn and Jordan.
This led to depression for both of them. They could not believe that a government agency could care less that they were homeless and possibly going to freeze to death on the street.
They had made plans to scrimp and save until they had enough to return to their native Toronto. Perhaps to start a new life here or where ever.
My baby boy had troubles with depression and anxiety most his life. From about the age of six or seven.
To make a long story short, at that age he was very intelligent, Grading 142 on his I.Q. tests. This intelligence became a cursed yoke around his neck during his most important years. He could not attend regular classes as he found the work too boring. Idle hands get into trouble.
And now, here on Boxing Day, I sit and I cry.
For depression has stolen my son, my baby, my Bubba and I do not know what to do, where to turn or what to think.
As most of you know I am still fighting terminal cancer and advancing heart disease.
And now …… my baby is gone.
And I am broken. Very much so ……….
Tomorrow my wife and I will make arrangements to bury our son.
Then we will cry ………..
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