“In the musical The Book of Mormon there is a song that is both beautifully poetic and rhythmic. It just grabs you. It is sung by the inhabitants of a small Ugandan village who then translate the words and, well, suffice it to say the natives are shooting God “the bird.”
Hasa Diga Eebowai
When the world is getting you down
There’s nobody else to blame
Raise your middle finger to the sky
And curse his rotten name.[1]”
[1]The Book of Mormon, book, lyrics, and music by Trey Parker, Robert Lopez, and Matt Stone.
From, Traces of Hope, Mona Villarrubia, p. 16
Traces of Hope 
I’m Seán’s sister. You taught me religion at Mount Carmel.
My son, Jason, shot him self the day after his 20th birthday. December 9, 2019.
I started attending “Survivors of Suicide” last week.
I can’t focus and can’t stop the tears.
I will always miss both Malcolm and Jason.
Both of their smiles and wit are part of me.
I just learned that you live in Baton Rouge. We can meet halfway if you like.
Below is a link to one of the best articles about suicide. I have it on my Surviving a Loss blog.
https://monav.wordpress.com/suicide-the-most-misunderstood-of-all-deaths-by-ron-rohlheiser/
Oh my God, Colleen. There are no words. But if you’d like to meet over coffee, just name the time and place. I work on Jeff Highway. Mon-Friday 7.30-4pm. At least you will know I understand- as much as anyone can that isn’t you.
Mona