Letters to the Editor for April 10, 2019


Thanks to our City for brush site

A big thank you to the City of Cottage Grove for allowing us to dispose of our brush on its site.

Can you imagine how terrible the smoke would have been if all this debris had been burned in our yards?

Perhaps part of the trash problem could be solved if a few dumpsters and Buck toilets were available to the homeless.

Might save the city some clean up time.

—Pat Coutierier

Cottage Grove

 

A poem for children of abuse

In darkened bedrooms late at night

He yells at her and then they fight

I just lay there with no light

And dream of days that were so bright

We are children so confused

Our bodies battered, souls abused

We reach for love and then get bruised

Yet in the end, we all lose

It must not be, so many children just like me

I only wish they would talk with me

Hold my hand and walk with me

Say the things I long to hear

“We really love you and we want you here”

Why can’t it be?

We re children runnin’ scared

Just because no one cared

We never tough, we never dared

This love inside, we never shared

It must not be

So many children, so many women, there’s

So many people, just like me.

It must not be.

—Ron O’Keefe

Cottage Grove

 

(Editor’s Note: As part of our month-long collaborative with community newspapers in Creswell, Florence and Newport on the subject of suicide, we have agreed to share Letters to the Editor submissions on that subject within each of our newspapers. While letters are generally only printed from within our readership areas, we each agreed that letters that result from this collaboration warrant sharing as part of encouraging conversation within our communities on this important subject.)

 

Suicide series can open our communities to talking

First, I want to thank the Cottage Grove Sentinel, Siuslaw News, Creswell Chronicle and Newport News-Times for taking the time to talk about a complex and hard topic: Suicide.

This is an important topic that should be talked about.

My personal touch with suicide happened in sixth grade when my older brother, Ben, who was in the eighth grade, choose to take his life. I wish that I would have known he was in so much pain. I didn’t understand the signs. 

I still grieve everyday for his loss and wonder what he would have been like in high school; what kind of career he would have chosen. He’d have been a great dad and I think about the positive things he could have been.

But I also think about how his actions have shaped me and how I have become as a result of it.

For those who experienced this suicide within your family, friends and community, you’re not alone and our stories are unique. Honor that person and remember them.  It is ok to grieve in different ways and stages. Do what works for you.

I want everyone to know they are loved, no matter what — even when we disagree. And if you are having a hard time, please talk to someone, make art, write — whatever it takes to express your feelings.

For those who shame people about this topic and say “You’re going to hell” for those thoughts, please take another look at this topic and don’t judge; you’re not in their shoes.

Thank you for the opportunity to share and for opening up our communities to this discussion and in understanding that we are more connected than we think we are.

—Jo Beaudreau

Florence, Ore.

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