I wrote this piece last night for the Huffington Post and I have decided to make it today’s blog post.
As for myself, I am off to a mini retreat, a day of Yoga and meditation.
Two weeks ago I wrote of Alexander McQueens’ Suicide, yesterday I wrote about Andrew Koenig’s. At the same time several suicides have taken place in Manhattan’s subway this month.
Just now I have learned that in Los Angeles, Marie Osmond’s 18-year-old son Michael Blosil has died. It is reported that Michael jumped to his death Friday night from a downtown Los Angeles apartment building.
“My family and I are devastated and in deep shock by the tragic loss of our dear Michael and ask that everyone respect our privacy during this difficult time,” Marie Osmond said in a statement through her publicist.
It appears that Michael suffered from depression.
Dear Michael’s mother, I understand your anguish only too well. I have no words of comfort as I myself am gravely wounded by my own son’s death by suicide. My beloved twenty year-old son, Andrew Williamson-Noble, jumped to his death from the 10th floor of Bobst, NYU’s main library on Novemebr 3rd, 2009.
Although not famous, my son’s death was all over the internet and the media before we had even made it home from the hospital. A picture of Andrew, taken from his Facebook home page, was splattered everywhere. And I read on the internet that my son had left a note.
Shocked and distressed though I was at the time, I have come to see that talking about suicide is an important way to help prevent it.
While still by Andrew’s side at the hospital, writhing in pain and reeling in shock to discover that my son, healthy as far as I knew, had taken his own life, my immediate reaction was not to disclose that he had killed himself, and looked for ways to explain his death when asked by family and friends. But as soon as I articulated the thought I discarded it.
My son was a Knight who had fallen in battle, whatever demons he fought it had taken his life to bring them down. Now he is a Fallen Knight and I stand with him.
Dear Marie, so is your son. It is up to us to take up from where they left off. To spread light where there is despair, to bring hope where there is hopelessness.
Our sons did their part, they gave their life that others may live. I stand with those who have died and anyone else who wants to join and help prevent suicide, which, in the United States alone takes the life of one person every sixteen minutes.
And you, dear Michael, take care wherever you are.