I sometimes talk to her just like she’s sitting there in the passenger seat of my car. 17 years today and I still can’t believe it. The pain isn’t as raw but the sadness I feel every December 3rd is still there, just as strong. Mostly through the year I celebrate her smile and laughter and all of the childhood fun we shared. But today, today is the day I’m just plain sad.

I always use this day to spread the word of suicide prevention and survival. The holidays are always the hardest. There are other people out there that understand. Together We’re Stronger.