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Tag Archives: #suicide

29 years ago today

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Many years have passed and my heart still aches. I no longer cry every day but the fierce loss still lingers along side the tears that impatiently wait to come forth with little prompting. Memories of you, of us, still color my every waking hour and nightmares of your death still invade my nights.

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Now—-29 years ago

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If I didn’t have all the great memories of times full of wonder and love this week wouldn’t be hard. But I wouldn’t give up one half second of those times to lessen this pain. He was and is worth it………..I’d do it all over again even knowing the heart ache that would come. . […]

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Created for Donation

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My dear husband died by suicide in 1995. My sweet nephew (J.J. Feehan) lost a precious long time best friend in the same tragic way. He has started and maintains a non-profit for suicide awareness. He covers all expenses associated with the non-profit and takes no wages for his work or time. . I just […]

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51 years ago today

Memories-bittersweet memories of the day I eloped with my now deceased husband. We started a long awaited married life that ended much too soon.

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June-a difficult month

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June is a very difficult month for me since the passing of my husband. His death was by suicide and today, 1995, was the day that the detective brought his personal remains and told me his body had been found. Years have passed and yet the pain is still so sharp and real. Everyday I […]

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28 years…(updated-now 29 years ago)

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June 8th pm 1995-the last time I saw my husband June 11th 1995 -watched detective get out of white unmarked car to bring “the news” – he’d never be coming home. j left in the desertdirt mixed with bloodsilenced by winda gunshot unheard plans  played outa death visualizedthe lone hero fallsno longer to ride How […]

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The pain never goes away

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Thursday, June 8th, 1995 I went to bed with my dear husband not knowing it would be the last time I’d lay down beside him & the last time I’d ever see him. 3 days later a detective would  knock on my door with news that his body had been found. This NEVER gets easier […]

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