Suicide claims too many creative lives. The recent death of designed Kate Spade (real name–Katherine Noel Brosnahan) has shaken me. I feel cheated of her talent. My battle with breast cancer has forced me to value life. Nothing can motivate more than being told you will die. Perhaps there is a power in the choice to exist?
I wish that I could have talked to her before. Even though she didn’t know me, I felt like I knew her. One life connects to others in so many hidden ways.
Recently, I had been “watching” a unique Kate Spade handbag in a thrift store. I was waiting to use my 50% off coupon. Now, I don’t want it. I’m too angry. Suicide has robbed the world of her potential. Why must the most beautiful life energies self-destruct?
SNOR depression sufferer and world watcher who has more questions than answers.
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