It is about depression and it is about suicide. It touched me deeply.
Each of my only three first cousins successfully committed suicide. Their mother was my beloved ‘Auntie Bea’. She was not only my mother’s sister but she was also my mother’s twin sister. My ‘Auntie Bea’ spent a number of years (it was during the 1930’s and 1940’s and it could have been a decade or more) institutionalized in the Ontario Provincial Hospital For The Mentally Ill located in London Ontario Canada. Electro-shock treatments .. a Frontal Lobotomy on her brain .. and who knows what else. Then she was released and lived a free life for some many years to come.
In 1977 my mother and I had driven to London Ontario from Detroit Michigan to see ‘Auntie Bea’. When we got to her home all the doors were locked tight. When we could not get inside went to the front porch and could see inside of her home.
We could also hear ‘Auntie Bea’ inside raving and cackling and frantically racing around. Up the stairs .. Down the stairs .. Around and Around the lower floor.
‘Auntie Bea’ was in the midst of a full mental breakdown. We had to call the authorities. They took her into custody. She never again lived a free life.
If I had the power to ‘knight’ anyone I would have done so to the three policemen who came to her home that night. They were absolutely and they were positively amazing the way that they ‘talked her down’.
“Mrs Arnold you need to come with us now.” And ‘Auntie Bea’ followed them as a small kitten would follow you holding a saucer of warm milk.
As I was on the Yahoo site going to my e-mail I saw an article that began as follows :
I TOLD THE TRUTH IN MY SISTER’S OBITUARY ..
What to say.
I loved you so much ‘Auntie Bea’ ..
Love Cap ..
- MAR 22, 16 .. THE PARTY’S OVER
- MAR 26, 16 .. “CAP? WHAT DO YOU DO ALL DAY?”