(Note from Mom -- Cruzanheart -- our Jennie, who is 9 years old, wanted very badly to join the forum, so we agreed that she could as long as she posts and reads while sitting on one of our laps, for censorship purposes! She wrote the following essay over the weekend after we had a talk with her about the circumstances surrounding her grandfather's death. She's letting me type it, but the spelling and punctuation is hers.)
Why I HATE Suicide/Death
I hate it because a person is killing his/her self to get rid of pain or fears or grief. And that's just stupid! Because you can just like talk to a theripist about your fears or grief. And you can just go to the docter/hospital for your pain.
My grandpa died because he bought a gun and shot himself in the shower (he did it in the shower because he didn't want to make a lot of commoition.) He killed himself beacause of grief, and all these problems he didn't want to solve. Like gradma in the nursing home and putting her on medicade.
I have tons of questions about Suicide. Like, Why can't it be aganst the law? or, Why did grandpa do it? Stuff like that.
When you kill yourself your whole family is very sad. And the things you owned evreything, everything you possessed is gone, gone like the wind. Also the rest of your life has also faded away, like the color of an old painting. If your dead you can't turn back. N - E - V - E - R.
Who would wand to be dead? Because you can just fix your problems by theripist or doctor. Not by killing yourself.
(Then Jennie drew a picture of Suicide/Death: it's a blue heart, broken into two pieces. One piece has a black hole in it. There is a gun underneath. Pretty powerful for 9 years old, huh?)