Last September when I did a post about my son committing suicide, I did not expect to be sitting here tonight writing more about it. He died in April, when signs of life revisit us each year. I go to where he's buried then, and leave some flowers there. If you could see it, you'd know I leave more than that.

But this year will be easier I think, because someone read my post about his death, and knew it needed to be told. So thank you, thank you for nominating me for a Hidden Treasures award for it. It's like getting an unexpected bouquet.