Darla Isackson

After My Son's Suicide Darla Isackson

The morning of September 27, 2004 dawned bright and clear. I went about my morning chores little guessing that the day would bring me greater sorrow than I had ever known. Just before noon three plainclothes members of the South Salt Lake Police Department appeared at my door to bring me the news that my second son Brian, age thirty-three, was dead - by his own hand. How does one assimilate such news? How can a mother's heart bear such sorrow?