Memorial website in the memory of your loved one
Her legacy
Such a short time...  

Tracy will be remembered by her family & friends for being a kind hearted soul she always went out of her way to help if she could.

When Tracy was going through radiation treatments for the brain tumor she heard from me about a young boy who was sick & sent him some movie posters, the boy was the 10 year old grandson of a woman I met on a discussion board. ((((Michael & Wanda))))

Tracy was a loving daughter, sister & aunt she is sadly missed by us all, our memories of her will help us to survive this terrible time.

She was a wonderful (step) mom to Jesse & Tori she loved them so much! 



 
    



photos #1. Summer '98
            #2. Spring '04
            #3. Grandkids 2006



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American Brain Tumor Association

http://hope.abta.org/site/PageServer 

American Association of Suicidology
http://www.suicidology.org

Survivors of Suicide
http://www.survivorsofsuicide.com/beyond_surviving.shtml

Suicide Survivors Handbook
http://www.suicidology.org/associations/1045/files/SOS_handbook.pdf

Verbal Abuse
http://www.drirene.com/verbal1.htm


Emotional abuse is a devastating, debilitating heart and soul mutilation. The deepest lasting wound with any abuse is the emotional wound.


If you feel your relationship may be verbally and emotionally abusive, talk to people you trust. Talk to clergy, call your local battered women's shelter, educate yourself, seek professional help. Do not allow verbal and emotional abuse to escalate to battery!


Tracy was a smart young woman yet she made mistakes in her life & lost herself in the process. She had told many people that her marriage was a mistake...her family, friends & doctors & therapists but none of us realized how bad it was until it was too late. The doctors & therapists were getting conflicting information so I do not blame them entirely. No matter how smart a woman is for some reason they protect their abuser
backing up their lies and skewed reality.

In doing research on Emotionally Abusive Relationships I have learned that it's a never ending cycle & not so easy to escape. The depression combined with the the emotional abuse is a scary place .  When people play mind games with a person, that person  becomes confused to what reality is...the person they should trust the most is taking abusive advantage of them.

So much of what I have read sounds familiar...it's too late for Tracy but maybe if someone reads these links her *Legacy* will be sparing someone else the pain that she had to suffer for so long.

Emotional Abuse
http://lilaclane.com/relationships/emotional-abuse/

http://www.verbalabuse.com/faq.shtml

"I feel depressed, but my boyfriend/husband doesn't seem to care, and won't help me with it. Is it possible that my depression is being caused by my relationship?"

http://www.preventsuicidenow.com/domestic-violence-and-suicide.html


Key symptoms of a Psychopath/Sociopath:

1. Glib and superficial
2. Egocentric and grandiose
3. Lack of remorse or guilt
4. Lack of empathy
5. Deceitful and manipulative
6. Shallow emotions

Psychopaths can be very effective in presenting themselves well and are often very likable and charming. To some people, however, they seem too slick and smooth, too obviously insincere and superficial. Astute observers often get the impression that psychopaths are play-acting, mechanically, "reading their lines".
Sociopaths are very egocentric individuals that lack a sense of personal responsibility and morality. They may be impulsive, manipulative, reckless, quarrelsome, and consistent liars.

The sociopath may be an excellent actor, always appearing charming, calm, and collected. They usually have a normal or above normal intelligence level and good verbal fluency. It is these qualities that sometimes place the sociopath in leadership positions within their social groups and often make it hard to spot their "black side".

Psychopaths can be very sociable, even though they are antisocial behind their "mask" in the sense that their "emotions" are completely fake. They are masters at manipulating others for their personal gain. Their charm, in fact, is legendary.
Psychopaths are experts at using people. They can ask anything of anyone without embarrassment and because of their outgoing seducing friendliness, their use of "poor innocent me! I am such a GOOD person and I have been treated so BADLY!" the victim invariably gets sucked into giving the psychopath what they ask for - no matter how outrageous.

Psychopaths are masters at faking emotions in order to manipulate others. One psychologist reported that if you actually catch them in the act of committing a crime, or telling a lie, "they will immediately justify their actions by self pity and blaming another, by creating a heart-rending scene of faked emotional feelings." These fake emotions are only for effect, as the careful observer will note. The Psychopath considers getting their way or getting out of trouble using faked emotions as a victory over another person.

Psychopaths are incapable of feeling concern or remorse for the consequences of their actions. They can calmly rationalize their insensitive and bizarre behavior all the while attributing malice to everyone but themselves. When caught in a lie, they will manipulate others or stories to their own advantage without any fear of being found out - even if it is obvious to everyone around them that they WILL be found out.

Psychopaths cannot feel fear for themselves, much less empathy for others. Most normal people, when they are about to do something dangerous, illegal, or immoral, feel a rush of worry, nervousness, or fear. Guilt may overwhelm them and prevent them from even committing the deed. The psychopath feels little or nothing.

The psychopath seems to be full of something akin to deep greed. They manifest this inner state in many ways. One of the most common ways is to steal something of value to their victim (valuables), or to hurt/slander the victim or something or someone the victim loves. In the psychopath's mind, this is justified because the victim crossed him, did not give him what he wanted, or rejected him (or her).

Psychopaths lie for the sake of lying. They can convey the deepest heart-felt message without meaning a word of it. They can also tell the most outrageous stories simply in order to be at the center of attention and to get what they want.

The psychopath is obsessed with control even if they give the impression of being helpless. Their pretense to emotional sensitivity is really part of their control function: The higher the level of belief in the psychopath that can be induced in their victim through their dramas, the more "control" the psychopath believes they have. And in fact, this is true. They DO have control when others believe their lies. Sadly, the degree of belief, the degree of "submission" to this control via false representation, generally produces so much pain when the truth is glimpsed that the victim would prefer to continue in the lie than face the fact that they have been duped. The psychopath counts on this. It is part of their "actuarial calculations." It gives them a feeling of power.

It is all too easy to fall under the spell of the charismatic psychopath. There are many who do the psychopath's bidding without realizing that they have been subtly and cleverly controlled. They can even be manipulated to perform criminal acts, or acts of sabotage against another - innocent - person on behalf of the psychopath. Very often, when this is realized by the victim, that they have caused suffering in innocent people at the behest of a liar, again they prefer to deny this than to face up to the truth of their own perfidy and gullibility.

from "A Natural State of Pschopathy", by Laura Knight-Jadzyk


"About one in 25 individuals are sociopathic, meaning essentially, that they do not have a conscience. It is not that this group fails to grasp the difference between good and bad; it is that the distinction fails to limit their behavior. The intellectual difference between right and wrong does not bring on the emotional sirens and flashing blue lights, or the fear of God, that it does for the rest of us. Without the slightest blip of guilt or remorse, one in 25 people can do anything at all.


[ .194. ] best quote to sum up love: (Tracy didn't stand a chance if this drivel is the best quote he could find...very sick & evil.)

"Passion both erodes and enhances character in equal measure, and not slowly but instantly, and in such a manner that what is left is not in balance but is thrown desperately out of kilter in both directions. 

The erosion the result of the willingness to do whatever is necessary to obtain the object of one's desire, even if it means engaging in lies or deception or debasing what was once treasured.

The enhancement a result of the knowledge that one is capable of loving greatly, an understanding that leaves one, paradoxically, with a feeling of gratitude and pride in spite of all the carnage."


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Abuse and violence cross geographical and cultural boundaries and social and economic strata. It is common among the rich and the poor, the well-educated and the less so, the young and the middle-aged, city dwellers and rural folk. It is a universal phenomenon.

Abusers exploit, lie, insult, demean, ignore (the "silent treatment"), manipulate, and control.

There are many ways to abuse. To love too much is to abuse. It is tantamount to treating someone as an extension, an object, or an instrument of gratification. To be over-protective, not to respect privacy, to be brutally honest, with a sadistic sense of humour, or consistently tactless – is to abuse.

To expect too much, to denigrate, to ignore – are all modes of abuse. There is physical abuse, verbal abuse, psychological abuse, sexual abuse. The list is long. Most abusers abuse surreptitiously. They are "stealth abusers". You have to actually live with one in order to witness the abuse 


Abuse is a form of long-term torture usually inflicted by one's nearest and dearest. It is a grievous violation of trust and it leads to disorientation, fear, depression, and suicidal ideation.


http://abusesanctuary.blogspot.com/

NARCISSISTIC/ BORDERLINE CONTROLLERS

At his core, every Controller is monumentally self-centered. He is not just on an ego trip. He is on an expedition. In his mind, everyone orbits around him, as if people are his planets and he is their shining sun. What he wants he should have, simply because he wants it. He needs no other justification. Seeing himself as the center of everyone else's universe, he is blind to the fact that anyone else's wants or needs are more important than his own. Doggedly locked into this self-image of grand, "godlike" proportions, he may literally feel entitled to other's worship.

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RED FLAG ALERT!!!! This is what Gavin de Becker refers to as "forced teaming". It's a tactic used by con artists and sociopaths round the world and back. "It's just you and me against the world, babe!"


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The tendency to lie, without compunction, is typical of narcissists

Narcissistic vampires believe they are so special that the rules don't apply to them. They expect the red carpet to be rolled out for them wherever they go, and if it isn't, they get quite surly.
They don't wait, they don't recycle, they don't pay retail, they don't stand in line, they don't clean up after themselves, they don't let other people get in front of them in traffic, and their income taxes rival great works of fiction. Illness and even death is no excuse for other people not immediately jumping up to meet their needs. They aren't the least bit ashamed of using other people and systems for their own personal gain. They boast about how they take advantage of just about everybody.

Emotional Vampires: Dealing with People Who Drain You Dry, Albert J. Bernstein, Ph.D., pages 135-136.


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"Sometimes I think that the worst torture one could devise for these freaks would be to lock them in a room all alone for about three days. After about an hour, they would probably have their socks on their hands like puppets, just to have someone to lie to." (author: unknown)















Birthdays 8/24/75  
 Tracy had her first seizure on 8/19/98 five days before her 24TH birthday (golden b-day). She was in the hospital for a couple of days while they ran tests & then came home with us. She was living with Jason & the kids at this time but they weren't married yet. I think that she felt safer at home with us, she was so scared not really knowing what was going to happen.

She started having terrible headaches so we went back to see the neurologist who had treated her in the ER that first night. This appointment was on her birthday 8/24/98 & her dad & I & Jason went with her. They said the headaches were caused by the spinal tap she had while in the hospital a few days earlier. They gave her a caffine IV & since this would take a while Jason left to go do some stuff.  After he left the doctor came in the room & said if the IV didn't stop her headaches that the next day she would have to have surgery to close the opening from the spinal tap. She was to go home & lay on her stomach for at least eight hours, seems like a small price to pay to avoid surgery!

A few hours later Jason shows up at our house & Tracy tells hm what the doctor had said about the need to lie still for the rest of the day. He tells her he has to leave & will be back later...

Tracy's sister Julie is outside as he leaves & tells me later that he was so angry & threw a hissy fit because his plans for Tracy's birthday are now ruined. WTH he is more concerned about HIS plans than his girlfriends health. He believes that this is all about ME wanting Tracy at our house for her birthday...unbelieveable!!! How selfish can one person be...

What was so important that he left the doctors office early???? He had gone to their apartment & tied roses to helium balloons & also put some frozen fish in the oven for their supper (this is why he had to leave again to go turn off the oven). He finally comes back but we can tell he is really upset that his plans didn't work out. 

The caffine IV worked & Tracy didn't need to have surgery.

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Fast forward to 8/24/03                                 

Tracy's last birthday she is 28 yrs. old

Jason has to work so Tracy & the kids come over for a cook-out & cake & ice cream. Tracy's dad grills brats because these are her favorites & for such a small young lady she sure could pack them in...sometimes even eating three at one sitting :)

After lunch we start playing UNO with the kids & having a good time, when Jason walks in he hands Tracy a vase of roses. I offer to fix him something to eat & he turns me down...birthday cake? join us in playing cards with HIS kids?  No he stands off to the side watching & when Tracy doesn't pay enough attention to him he abruptly leaves. 

We are very surprised at this not knowing what is going on & Tracy doesn't tell us anything. I look back & wonder what price she paid after she got home that night for not jumping up & paying homage to him.

Hindsight is painful... we can now see so many instances where something was off...you know that feeling that something is wrong but you aren't sure what or why.
More than a Sister.....  
Tracy was more than a sister to me, she was one of my best friends.  Starting when we were little, I looked up to her.  I thought she was perfect and wanted to be just like her. I have so many good memories of our childhood and growing up together.  Tracy and I shared a room for several years and she always used to trick me into cleaning it and I always fell for it.  I used to borrow her clothes without asking and she would get mad at me.  When she was in high school she would take me shopping and out for lunch.   After I graduated from High School we became alot closer.  I found out that she wasn't perfect like I had thought and that made me like her more. I started working at the movie theatre with her and we played on a softball team together.  We had so much fun together......we would laugh to the point of crying.  We always used to tease my mom together.  On my mom's birthday last year Tracy and I were driving past a car dealership that was having a sale and had huge amounts of balloons.  Tracy said to me, "Lets come back after dark and steal those balloons for mom!"  We ended up just asking if we could have the balloons and they gave them to us.  We put them on the front porch and waited for my mom to go outside and find them.  We just laughed alot together.  The last several months of her life we took lots of walks together and talked about everything...little stuff and big stuff.  I always knew that I could tell Tracy anything and she wouldn't judge me, she would just listen and probably laugh with me.  I used to stop by the movie theatre when she was working and just hang out there with her. I stood up for her when she got married and am sad that she wasn't able to do the same for me.  I had always said that my sister was going to be my only bridesmaid when I got married, since I couldn't have her I had my brother, that way I wasn't replacing Tracy with anyone.  I know she was there with me in spirit that day and I think she will be there in spirit for me the rest of my life.  I miss her so much, my heart just aches at the thought of her being gone. I remember saying after her funeral that I don't have a sister anymore...but thats not true....Tracy will always be with me in my heart, she is a part of me and always will be.  Tracy gave me a necklace for Christmas many years back that was half a heart and said *little sister* and she had one that said *big sister*.  I now wear both halves of the heart...... so when I am having a bad day I reach up and touch my necklace and know that Tracy is close by.  I love you Tracy and I always will.

Written by Tracy's little sister....Julie on 3/1/05
"Bologna Sandwiches"  
Dear Tracy,
Today I was going through some things & found a card you send to dad, it said thanks for all the bologna sandwiches on Saturdays & that you enjoyed the time spent together. I know that your dad misses you terribly & that Saturdays are hard for him. Every Saturday at 4:00 he would start to pack your "supper" he didn't want to be late lol even through you didn't have your break until 5:00. He would make your sandwich, pack a pickle some string cheese & pretzels, sometimes some pudding whatever he could find and always a *York peppermint patty*. You must of gotten sick of the same old thing each week [Smile] but you always told him "No it was the only time you got to eat bologna".

I think that after the robbery he felt he had to go with you to the bank to make the Saturday deposits. Maybe he felt like he was protecting you his little girl in some way, yes I know you were 28 but you will always be your dad's little girl. What he could have done I don't know but it made him feel better doing something.

Julie & I found the story you marked in the Chicken Soup for the Soul book...I know you did that for your dad. We are going to print it out & give it to him someday not yet it's too soon, he did read it when we first found it. I'm worried about him it's like he's just going through the motions like all of us he is so sad but is having a hard time talking about it.

He was so proud to be your dad when you were a baby the first thing he did when he got home from work was pick you up. You were a Daddy's girl right from the start! All those years when he had to work out of town & only came home on weekends he missed you kids so much. The day he wore a suit & you know that is rare for your college graduation you would have thought his kid was the only one who had ever done that [Smile] But it never mattered what you kids did as long as you tried your best he was proud to be your dad.

He keeps asking me why you didn't come to us that last time & I can only tell him that you must not have been able to. That you knew we loved you but you were so sick with the depression you weren't thinking rationally. I wish you were here...I wish that your dad could stop hurting...

Love You & Miss You Always

Love,
Mom
Those They Left Behind  
CHAPTER FIVE: SIBLINGS

Julie Champion
Age: 26

Current Occupation: Manager for group home for individuals with developmental
disabilities

Julie’s older sister, Tracy, completed suicide July 20, 2004. She hung herself in her basement.

In her words…

My parents have been married for 30 years. Tracy was the oldest, then
Peter and then me. I would consider us to be a close family. The kids all
lived within 20 minutes of our parents. I talked with Tracy a lot on the
phone and would stop in and see her at work. My parents are wonderful
people who would do anything in their power to help us kids. I always
thought we were such a normal family. Tracy was always the good one. She was the first to go to college. I always thought she was perfect. Peter was the funny one and I was the youngest.

I think we were a pretty normal family. The three of us were close in
age and played together a lot when we were younger. Up until we were in high school we used to eat dinner together as a family. As we got older we still got together for birthdays and holidays and sometimes just for no reason.

I have fond memories of my childhood. When I was in second grade,
we moved about two hours away from all of our aunts, uncles, and grandparents because of dad’s job but still stayed in contact, visited, called and wrote letters.

The three of us kids got along as well as any siblings. We all played together. Tracy and I shared clothes and gossiped. She taught me how to play golf. She let me drive her car before I had my license. She bought me wine coolers when I was underage. I thought she was a great older sister. Tracy and I were very close. Once I graduated from high school I
started to work with her at the movie theatre and we joined a softball team together. We started to be friends and sisters instead of just sisters.

The last several months of her life, Tracy moved back in with my parents as things were bad at her house, so I had the chance to spend a lot of time with her. We went on a lot of walks and when she was in the hospital, two times in the last six months of her life, I visited her. When I couldn’t visit, I sent her cards and letters and she wrote back. It is nice that I have the letters she wrote me and the ones I wrote her. She knew exactly how I felt about her.
(I thought she was a great sister and I loved her with all my heart.)

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The suicide…

I was at work and my dad called me and said it was bad and I needed
to come home.

I left work after talking to my dad and had my fiancé pick me up because
I knew I should not drive. When I got to my parent’s house my brother was sitting on the porch and I asked him what was going on. He told me to go in and talk to mom. I went into the house and one look at my mom and I knew that Tracy was dead. My mom was crying and she came up to me and shook my shoulders and said we did all that we could. Then she hugged me and told me she loved me. I know that I was in shock. I stayed and talked to my parents for awhile and then I just had to leave, so I went home with my fiancé.

The next couple of days are kind of blurry. My mom’s sisters came the next day and they helped with so much. I think they are the reason we were able to hold it all together. I will forever be grateful to them.

Tracy had a couple of prior attempts. She suffered from depression
and, at the end of January 2004, she came to spend a couple of days with my parents. We knew something was wrong with her but weren’t sure what. Her husband told her if she did not stay with my parents that he would stay home from work.

She woke my mom up in the middle of the night and said she was thinking of different ways to kill herself. We took her to the ER and they gave her medication and told her to see her primary physician.

Maybe a week or less later, in the beginning of February 2004, we went
back to the emergency room and they sent her to an out-of-state hospital (because of insurance), where she stayed for 16 days. While she was there, she made two attempts on her life. The first attempt the doctors and nurses knew about and said it was not a serious attempt. The second one, she did not tell anyone until after she was home.

Tracy went into an outpatient program Monday through Friday and
things seemed to be okay. Then on April 23, she took an overdose of pills and was back in the hospital for 20 days. She then did outpatient treatment for six more weeks.

At the end of June, her doctor told her she could go back to work part-time but her employer said she could not work part-time as they would need to hire another person. Tracy was pretending that things
were okay. She told me that she was talking to her husband and told her husband that she was talking to me. She was planning on moving home and at that point she only had therapy every two weeks. She had been spending a few days at her house (with her husband).

The day she died her husband was at work, her step-kids were on vacation with their mom. Tracy was supposed to go over to my mom’s house in the late afternoon to see our niece. Tracy did not show up and my mom got really nervous. She called

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Tracy’s house and cell phone numerous times. She drove out to Tracy’s
house but Tracy’s car was not in the driveway, the doors and windows were locked and no one answered the door. My mom called me and asked if Tracy had told me of any plans to go anywhere. I said no and called her husband at work. He did not seem concerned but when he got off the phone with me he called his parents and they went to Tracy’s house, broke in and found her in the basement and called 911.

The coroner said she died in the morning sometime. She talked to her husband two times that morning and he said she seemed okay. Months later he said she was upset when he talked to her because her phone interview for unemployment did not go well.

I think she planned this out because she moved her car into the garage
and she knew no one would be looking for her for hours.

My sister suffered from severe depression, financial problems, a bad
job and a bad marriage. I think all of these things combined were just too much for her. I think she could have taken them on one at a time but all together it must have been so overwhelming. I believe she was hurting so badly and she just wanted the pain to stop. I believe that she is at peace now.

It was so hard telling people. I was the one who called her friends and
told them. I was very honest with people and told them that she suffered from depression, had money problems, a bad marriage and had gotten fired. I did not go into many details as I felt it was Tracy’s private business.

The people that I least expected to be there for me were the ones who
were the best. I had some close friends who were and have continued to be supportive. My extended family was wonderful. I did have some people act very strangely around me. I had a friend call me after the funeral and say she did not come because she did not want to overstep the bounds of our friendship. At first a lot of people would not make eye contact with me and would change the subject if I started to talk about Tracy.

I thought the doctors were horrible. At both hospitals we kept telling
the doctors stuff and they would not listen to us. For example, while Tracy was doing outpatient treatment for the second time, my mom found a bathrobe belt under her pillow. She went to where Tracy had outpatient treatment and talked to the doctor. Tracy said having the belt under her pillow made her feel secure. The doctor did not think it was a big deal (less than two months later she was dead). My mom and I thought that if we got Tracy to the professionals, they would help her and everything would be okay. Boy, were we wrong.

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The bereavement process…

I was numb at first. I just kept thinking, we have to get through the
visitation and funeral. Then I cried all the time and was so angry. I was angry at Tracy for dying and I was angry at myself for not being able to help and I was angry at the doctors for not listening to us and I was mad at her husband because I believed he was a major contributing factor in Tracy’s death.

Then after a couple of months, I thought I was doing really good, I
joined a support group, then six months hit and that was so hard for me. It seemed like it really hit home that Tracy was gone and I would never see her again. The six months fell right around my birthday and it was just so sad that she was not there.

 The one-year anniversary came and was very
difficult. My mom and I spent the day at the cemetery and wrote messages to Tracy on balloons and released them. I think that I am doing okay at one year and one month. I can talk about Tracy without getting upset and I find myself talking about her life and not just the suicide. I think that is a good sign.

I still get sick to my stomach when I think of all that has happened to
Tracy. I still feel sick to my stomach when I see her husband especially
when he is with his girlfriend. For a couple of months after Tracy died I
had trouble concentrating. I just could not focus on anything.

I have attended support group meetings. I plan on going to counseling
but I feel that I still have issues I need to work out on my own first. I
started going to the support group meetings in February. They are every
other week. I have not gone to all of them. I go when I feel like I really
need it. I also joined an Internet support group, which has really been helpful. I can go on there and vent anytime I need to and there is always someone who writes back and says they understand.

I believe I am on my way to coming to terms with her death. I feel this
way because recently I have started having good memories of Tracy, not
just ones that are associated with her death.

Given more time I will be able to come to terms with the loss of my
sister. It has only been a year and I do not believe that to be a long time when you are in the grieving process. I feel I am starting to understand a lot more. I realize a lot more was going on inside of Tracy than any of us ever realized.

I miss Tracy so much. Sometimes my heart aches and I feel like it is
breaking. I still love Tracy and I tell myself that she must not have thought there was any other alternative. I am not mad at her anymore. I feel that she did what she thought she had to do. I wish that things were different but they are not.

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Have you ever considered taking your own life?

I have never considered this and seeing the aftermath this will never be
an option for me. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

Significance of the suicide…

I find myself wanting to make my life worthwhile. Tracy’s death really
made me see that life is too short. I tell my family and friends that I love
them on a regular basis. I try to take pleasure in the simple things in life. I drink Kool-aid and soda out of wine glasses just because I want to, I never go to bed angry, I smile every day even when my heart is hurting over the loss of Tracy. I try to be the best person I can be.

Helpful coping methods…

I have read so many books, anything I can get my hands on. I have
read everything on the Internet I can find. My mom bought me an Angel
Catcher: A Journal of Loss and Remembrance. This has been very helpful to me as I have the irrational fear that I am going to forget my sister. So this way I have my memories written down.

 I also got a tattoo on my back with a daisy and Tracy’s name. I had them trace her name off of a birthday card she had given me. I actually have Tracy’s name in Tracy’s handwriting on my back. I did this so I will always have this permanent reminder of my sister. I plan on naming my first little girl Emily Ann, which is the name Tracy always said she would name her daughter (if she had one).

My mom made a website in memory of Tracy. This is helpful because it covers her whole life, not just the suicide. One of my fears is that all people will remember about her is that she killed herself.

Helpful advice or words of wisdom…

You need to do what feels right to you. I remember asking my mom if
I could put something in the casket with Tracy and she said to me, "She is your sister, you can do whatever you want." That has really stuck with me.

There were so many days when I thought we would not make it. I
have found that I am a much stronger person than I ever realized. I do not think there are any words that can adequately describe how much I miss my sister and how much my heart hurts. She was a good person and she touched many lives during her time on earth.

Several years ago Tracy gave me a necklace that was half a heart and said little sister and she had one that said big sister. I now wear both halves and when I am having a bad day I reach up and touch my necklace and know that she is nearby.

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reprinted with permission from the author
Karen Mueller Bryson, Ph.D.
Those They Left Behind

http://www.homestead.com/thosetheyleftbehind/







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