I didn’t know
This is not intended for anyone who can’t be compassionate toward a mother grieving her daughter’s suicide.
Suicide
Idiot
Idiot. It’s a term of endearment, really. Fae was very proud of her status as a professional idiot, it meant the world to her, and to me. Going back to B after the incident in January made her an idiot too. Thinking for even one fleeting second about ending her beautiful life makes her an
What happened?
You may or may not know that when a human hears of another human’s death, a very common response is to ask, “What happened?” I asked the police officer in my living room after I caught my breath. I didn’t break down, I didn’t gasp or shriek or faint or any of those things. I
First entry
The first thing I put in my journal after Faerin died. When they come To tell you she’s gone They don’t take no for an answer They come into your house They don’t use euphemisms They don’t sit down They watch you fall apart and apologize for destroying your world They wait and wait and
Irony is a bitch
It’s hard for me to read my previous post here. I really want to delete it, forget it before anyone sees how naive I was, how immature. On May 19, 2015, my 23-year-old daughter, Faerin Sinéad Cassidy, died. While her abusive boyfriend was on the scene and the only witness, the police are likely to
Respecting Robin
I know, I know. Everyone and their brother are churning out blog posts in the wake of the news about Robin Williams. Do we really need another one? No, probably not, but here goes anyway. You see, I wouldn’t bother if someone, anyone was saying what I want to say. I’ve waited several days and