Two Empty Chairs and a Conversation

I’m not afraid to admit that mental health diagnosis run in the family. I was never around when my grandmother lost three of her four brothers and her father to suicide.

I took this picture as a memory of a time with my mother. And a conversation. A friend of mine lost her father to suicide and she remembered the times her family spent together just sitting and talking. We had lost our parents at roughly the same age. I was 30 when my mother died of a complication to her heart; the same age when my friend lost her father to suicide. We talked about how our parents were our support and how there’s that void, that it’s empty without them around. So it’s two empty chairs and a conversation.

Brandon Douglas

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