Good Morning!
For those who found the transcribed journal a bit too long to read through, I wanted to highlight one of the entries that deeply touched me.
To protect privacy, I only identify people who wrote in the journal by their first initial.
2-21-16
Dear Vicki,
There is so much beauty in what you have done here. I am about the same age as your son, and have struggled with depression my entire life.
I attempted to take my own life several weeks ago, and I’ve returned home to Long Island to remember where I came from, where I used to explore as a child amid the simple things that make us remember that life is beautiful.
My exploring brought me to this place, this sacred place that has been given to you and your son so that you may always be together. Know that he loved you and that he knew how much you loved him.
A loved one who knows of my struggles brought me to this park today. He knew it would be good for me to take in fresh air and nature, to do photography and to meditate.
Thank you for building this space. It sounds like you have great plans for the springtime and as the seasons change, know that life moves forward even after the most devastating of tragedies. I feel safe and at peace here, and any bit of comfort helps me fight through my depression. You’ve done a wonderful thing for anyone who passes this spot and takes a moment to stop and reflect.
I am another loving mother’s child, and even in my darkest moments, I know my mother is there, always caring, worrying, supporting me. Your grief speaks to me, as I’m sure my mother would grieve terribly, but also create something beautiful out of the pain.
My thoughts and prayers are with you, Nico, and everyone who cared for him.
And thank you, Vicki, for telling your story. Sometimes we just need someone to hear our words and it reminds us we are never alone.
With love,
L.
This entry really touched me, and it almost felt as if my son was speaking through her, sending me a beautiful message of love and trying to help me understand his struggles. I’m so grateful that people like L wrote in the journal.