Dear Rick

Dear Rick,

So much has happened in the 3 years since you've been gone. I'm living another life now, but it has equal parts new and old. It's a good life. I've never been stronger, never been happier.

I'm getting married next month. I feel like everything is right and awesome. When you and I got engaged, I was 22. This time, I'm 32. I've learned so much in the last 10 years. This time around, things feel so different and so much more authentic. I know you won't take offense to me saying that.

When Jeff and I went to get our marriage license at the courthouse, we paid $50 for our collaborative second chance. "Is this your first marriage?" the worker asked from behind the big main desk.

"No," said Jeff.
"No," I said as I shook my head.

We passed her Jeff's divorce decree and your death certificate, our permission tickets to a new marriage. It felt strange to be in the courthouse. The last time I was there was to file the Will after you died.

No one really talks about you anymore. It's as though any newfound happiness I have is supposed to erase the sadness of the past. It isn't true, of course. You existed. And just because I'll be a wife again soon doesn't mean I was never a widow.

I have a dog, Rick. I always wanted a dog. Jeff and I adopted her together in September. The cats are 7 now and as entertaining as ever. I wonder sometimes if they remember you or if their little memory banks are only able to handle so much information at one time.

Jeff and I bought land in Center Valley. We are building a house there where our family can have more space. It's hard to believe that in the next year I'll be saying good bye to this house where I've lived for 10 years. You and I lived here together and things happened here, good and bad. Even the very bad. It's time to go.

I laugh so much, Rick. I laugh all the time. I sleep well and I eat well and I enjoy all the people who are in my life. I love my job and I think I'm good at it. Everything I went through when you died helps me do a better job every day. I feel so lucky to have had the experiences I've had...even though some of them were profoundly painful.

Remember when we were married and I trudged through graduate school while working full time? Well, this year I made the drive to DeSales every week, just like before...but this time, it was to teach. I became an graduate school instructor and taught a whole class of MSW students. I even talked about you. About grief after a suicide. About post-traumatic growth and all the healing that can happen after trauma.

I'm acquiring two step-daughters, Rick. They are fun, smart, and beautiful. It's so great to be able to do all the things I've always wanted to do with kids. My life is one of family bike rides, family vacations, family breakfasts and dinners, days of family swimming, and a lot of games. It makes me smile.

My nieces are 4 and 6 years old, Rick! I can't believe how big they've gotten since you saw them. They love playing with my soon-to-be step-daughters. My mom and dad's house is the place to be. We all have fun there.

I still run and sing to de-stress when I can. I still write to express myself. I still think of your suicide note, your incredible emotional pain, and the horror of the day you died...but not as often. I don't have nightmares anymore. 

I've met so many great people since you've been gone. They didn't know you. They only know me. Some of them know what I've been through. Some don't. My resilient grief sometimes precedes me. There are people who know my story before I meet them. The power and reach of my writing is often more immense than I realized. 

Believe it or not, I think you've saved several lives, Rick. I have received many an email, message, or letter telling me that because of you...because of me...the person(s) writing will always choose life. It's touching. There is meaning in the horrible loss. 

Grief can't be cured or fixed or gotten over. But healing does happen.

Healed (verb):
- to restore to health or soundness
- to ease or relieve
- to set right; repair

I truly feel that my life has been restored to health and soundness. I don't have to fake or fabricate anything. I don't have to paint a positive picture. When I say that everything feels right and awesome, I mean that with every breath I breathe and every bone in my body. I don't have any fear. I have never felt this way. 

My pain has been eased and relieved by the inner workings of my own heart and soul, the tender care of others, and the amazing experiences that have shaped me over the last 3 years. I am not stressed, I am not hurting, and I am not waiting and waiting for something good to happen. The good is all around me.

Life is right. It is repaired. I feel fully in charge of my own life. I turn 33 this year and every year seems better than the last. I am open to possibilities, restful each night, fulfilled by my work, and so very loved at home.

I want you to know that I'm more than okay, Rick. Life has been good to me in your absence. Thank you for anything you helped send my way. 

Love, Arielle


  1. Arielle,
    I just want to thank you for providing me inspiration during my darkest hours while fighting anorexia. I used to watch your videos and wonder if I could ever truly get better. I am now healthy, happy and a proud mom to two amazing boys. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself with others.

  2. You have such a way with words hun, you can express emotions like they are jumping off the page. Rick will never be forgotten, just because you have started a new chapter of your life, I know I never asked you about it, it's not something you do over the internet!! And life has moved on, your an inspiration, a powerful person, and I remember when u got those kittens, and ur struggles and how you support everyone around you. You have so much to give- share it with Jeff and your step- daughters (and the dog!!)
    Lots of love always xx

  3. Your journey through grief is really amazing. I am so happy for you. My sister killed herself in January 2015 after a 13 month illness (it wasn't looking like she was going to get better, and she knew it, so she decided to end it on her terms). Honestly, I would've done the same -- she was so sick and in so much pain. I'm having trouble getting my life back on track since this happened. I'm trying, but usually I just feel like I'm treading water (and I'm EXHAUSTED from doing so!). I had several friends shun me after it happened, and a few were in a grad school program for psychology with me. It was shocking that anyone would do that, let alone people that are going to school to become professional counselors.

    It's nice to read that life can get so much better after the loss of a loved one to suicide. Right now, if I'm being completely honest, I don't have much hope for myself. But I am very happy for you. Who knows, maybe things can still work out for me. It's now been 17 months and patience has never been my strong suit.

    Congrats on your wedding and new house and all these great things happening. :)

    1. My Dad died from apparent suicide and now my ex fiancé keeps trying and blaming me. I can honestly say it can get better. I find the al-anon resources and program helpful. When someone else's illnesses and choices that are not under our control effect us we can take it One Day at a Time, Easy Does It, Take What Helps and leave the rest, love and accept love even when we don't like and Keep Coming Back. I have received many gifts in the valley of the shadow of death. And I have been able to share gifts with others. Life sucks sometimes but Love always wins in my humble but fierce opinion.

  4. Wow!
    Dear Arielle,
    Longtime reader here, first, big congratulations on your upcoming marriage! And second, I can't believe it's been three years since Rick died, I still remeber reading that post and not believing it. And to see you(well, read) pull through it, has been so inspirational. I am a year older than you, I have been through similar things, an ED, the suicide of my mom's boyfriend, her battling and conquering alcoholism, yet even though I survived all those things, I feel stuck. I struggled finding a job, found one last december but recently quit because I didn't like the schedule, and now I'm struggling with how to find a new job and stick to it. Good things did happen over the past years, I did overcome my ED, reconnected with my friends from high school and about a year and a half ago met the most wonderful guy. But I still feel lost sometimes...I have my mother's full support, but I still struggle, I don't know what I want to do with my life, I really don't...Sorry, this was suppossed to be a celebratory post, I just wanted to tell you how happy I am for you, tell you what an inspiration you are, and wish you the very best in the upcoming months. I can't wait to read about your wedding(if you decide to share it with us), and about your new home and new life. You are so strong and wonderful, thank you for still writing and inspiring us readers.
    All the best!


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