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BREAKING: Report: Mindy McCready dead of apparent suicide
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[quote:Anonymous Coward 32016216:MV8yMTQzNTcwXzM2MjAzNTk2XzFEQjVBM0ZB] [quote:Anonymous Coward 27945631:MV8yMTQzNTcwXzM2MjAyNTAyXzczQTZCQkNG] Very sad. I remember years back when 10 thousand angels song came out. She was so young and fresh. Well, now she is with ten thousand angels. Rest in peace. [/quote] not nessicarily according to this women Dr Joyce Brown who died and saw what happens to suicides in her near death experience... Chapter 9 A Spirit Contorted in Sorrow and Pain Suddenly I seemed to be transported through time with scenes quickly passing my view. Then I was in a chapel with flowers everywhere, large beautiful bouquets on pedestals. The room was crowded with somber people, the only sounds were soft muffled sobbing. I could see everyone there , but they could not see me and no one reacted to my presence. Glancing around, I saw a long line of mourners filing slowly past the modest casket. The body of a young women with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair lay in the casket. Mortuary skills and cosmetics had given her a placid expression she looked peaceful and beautiful. How sad, I thought such a young women robbed of everything earth life had to offer. My view then focused on an older women sitting to one side. She seemed dazed her eyes staring into space. The pain emanating from her was undeniable. I knew at once she was the dead women's mother, hurting as any parent would when burying one child. Two beautiful little girls, perhaps 4 and 6 years of age, were with her. They were daughters of the deceased women and this women's grandchildren and they were sobbing uncontrollably. Their hair had been lovingly done by a caring relative and they were both dressed in frilly blue dresses with white lace trim. Somehow I knew these dresses had been purchased by their dear mother for a happy occasion in the recent past. Now they were being worn for her funeral. The youngest child sat on her grandmothers lap clinging to her and weeping desperately. The six year old stood at the side of her grandmother, her face buried in her hands. Her little shoulders shook with her sobs. The children could not stop crying, but their grandmother, in such pain hardly seemed to realize they were there, was unable to offer comfort. I understood her thoughts, How was she ever going to take the place of the child's dead mother? She was older, with few financial resources and even fewer physical resources on which to draw. How could she ever love them enough to ease the pain of loosing a mother who had left them by choice? The Anguish of Reaching Out in Pain The dead women had not died in a tragic accident or of a disease. The knowledge came vividly to my mind. She had taken her own life died by her own action, voluntarily given up her chance to accomplish anything more during earth life. Suddenly, I saw the spirit of a young women kneeling at her mothers feet. She was different than the others in the chapel. Her body was not full and solid as were the bodies of her mother and children and the other mourners. She was wispy and transparent as I was at the moment a spiritual body not a physical one and her face was contorted in sorrow and pain. Her mortal body lay a few feet away in the coffin, yet her essence , her spirit, her soul was here, sobbing at her mothers knees. I heard her thoughts, her words. She was sorry, oh so sorry, for what she had done to them. She ached for them and the pain they were experiencing because of her actions. She reached out , unable to touch them or to be felt by them. Her desperate attempts to make herself heard or understood failed utterly. She tried to take the oldest girl into her arms to comfort her, she wanted to console, to caress her children but they did not even know she was there. I listened as she begged their forgiveness. She was desperate to make them understand but they could not hear her words. All she could do was watch in torment as they suffered from her actions. I realized she had been a single mother raising these little girls alone. The emotional and physical l responsibilities had overwhelmed her, she had come to the point were she felt her problems and pressures were to great for her to endure. She felt depressed and allowed her feelings of despondency to grow to the point that she mistakenly felt that release from life was her only solution. The Tragedy of Death by Choice She had committed suicide thinking she would find peace- and sometime in the future she probably would find forgiveness and peace. But for now, instead she found misery as she helplessly watched the pain she had inflicted on the ones she oh so loved. Instead of being free from emotional strife she was feeling intensified sorrow, compounded with regret for what she had done to her family. I could sense her agonized frustration she was unable to communicate with or console her loved ones. She was utterly helpless to aid them in anyway. (In suicide, as in all things God is the ultimate judge, and will decide the degree to which each person is accountable for their actions). A View of the Future As I watched the scene, my view changed and I envisioned the girls begin to grow up, raised by their grandmother. Their dead mother continued observing their progress and their pain as they grew up without her. Her torment was great as she saw how they needed her , longed for her, hated her, and dealt with the fact of their mothers abandonment (which they perceived as rejection) at every stage of their lives. She saw her children's sorrow and how she had personally handicapped them. And when they would need her she would be unable to reach them with her love. Physically she would not be there for them never could be there for them. How she longed to hold them. She wished she could undo her death and return to her children. I understood that she would watch, not only her children, but others in her life who had been wounded by her choice to kill herself. The Ripple Effect The analogy of a pebble thrown into a pond came to mind. The ripple that results expands outward and ultimately affects an area immeasurably larger than the size of the pebble itself, the ripple travels on and on. I understood that every action in life , affects so many people that its effects seem endless. The ripples, or more like tidal waves, roll outward touching many lives. [/quote]
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Country music singer Mindy McCready has committed suicide, according to FOX 17 and multiple other reports.
Stacy McCloud, a reporter at FOX 17 in Nashville, tweeted:
“A close family friend of Mindy McCready has informed me that the country singer has committed suicide.”
A short time later she tweeted:
“The Mindy McCready suicide I told you about has now been confirmed from 4 different sources. A statement from the family is in the works.”
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link to myfox8.com
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