My Son Didn’t Commit a Crime When He Took His Personal Life

My Son Didn’t Commit a Crime When He Took His Personal Life

As informed to Nicole Audrey Spector


On the day he died in 2016, my 20-year-old son, Austin, gave the impression of he was on high of the world. Talking with me over FaceTime, he gushed about his upcoming weekend plans, which included watching the Notre Dame sport along with his faculty buddies.

“I love you, Mom,” he stated, wrapping up the decision so he might head out to get burgers with the fellows. “I’ll talk to you on Sunday.”

For me, my husband (Austin’s dad) and our 17-year-old daughter, it was an uneventful evening that noticed us peacefully hunkered down whereas a terrific storm swirled round our residence.

At 2:30 a.m., I woke to the sound of pressing banging on the door. I jumped off the bed and noticed a police automobile parked out entrance. In a flash, I used to be down the steps, opening the door in alarm.

I knew it was dangerous when the police requested if I had a son named Austin Weirich who attended Wabash College. I informed him that I did.

“Your son has been in an accident,” he stated. “You need to call the school.”

The dean of Wabash College informed me that Austin was being flown to a close-by hospital in Indianapolis in an emergency try to save lots of his life.

I don’t even bear in mind hanging up. I simply bear in mind being within the automobile with my husband as he navigated us by the blinding storm. We drove the 165 miles to the hospital in anxious silence.

We have been simply half an hour away when an emergency physician referred to as and instructed us to drag over. He stated Austin had simply arrived within the ambulance.

“There’s no pulse,” the physician stated.

And so the worst factor I might ever think about grew to become reality: My son was useless — killed by a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

My son, the aspiring lawyer who had received each scholarship he was eligible for, be it in sports activities or academia … My son who had been president of his class each single 12 months of highschool … My son who everybody he’d ever met knew because the brightest, most achieved younger man … My son whose eyes radiated an excellent future had, after a superbly regular night out with the fellows, returned to the townhouse he shared along with his associates and killed himself.

And the day, it simply so occurred, was World Suicide Prevention Day.

None of it made any sense. It was onerous to speak, onerous to breathe. The rain got here down so onerous I stated to my husband, “It’s like God is crying with us.”

The information of Austin’s loss of life unfold throughout our city like hearth. By the subsequent morning, we have been so overwhelmed with good-intentioned of us checking in on us that we needed to put an indication on our door thanking our neighbors for his or her prayers, but additionally asking that we be given the privateness to grieve collectively as a household. My husband and I have been deeply involved about our daughter, who was struck onerous by the sudden lack of her large brother.

The Weirich household on their final household trip collectively in Suttons Bay, Michigan, August 2016. From left: Hannah, Austin, Leslie, Keith.

Soon after, we held a celebration of life in Austin’s reminiscence. Six hundred and fifty folks confirmed up for it. Everyone wore purple and/or white, as we’d requested. Those have been the colours of Austin’s highschool and faculty. Every week later, we might collect along with his teammates to recollect him. On the soccer discipline that evening, an amazing harvest moon rose.

In these early days of grieving, I used to be racked with guilt and questions. What had I missed? I mirrored on the sort of individual Austin was, how high-achieving and fastidious. He didn’t simply love life, he wished to excel in each facet of it. And at all times, he was in such management of all of it.

Except when it got here to like. In romance, he had a blind spot. When he died, he’d not too long ago come out of a relationship that was manifestly poisonous to everybody however him, it appeared. Apparently, his girlfriend had confirmed as much as his place shortly earlier than he killed himself they usually’d argued. I imagine that no matter occurred between them that night was a catalyst for Austin’s loss of life — however I’ve additionally come to grasp that, almost definitely, Austin had lengthy suffered from low-level despair that was fantastically masked by his zealous, bold character.

I’ve come to grasp that no one commits suicide. Just like no one commits most cancers or a coronary heart assault. Suicide will not be against the law, it’s the tragic results of a sudden failure of the mind to see some other different.

In that cut up second that Austin fired the gun, he wished one factor solely: to finish an awesome ache. In a way, he was mentally hijacked by anger and unhappiness.

Exactly two years later, additionally on World Suicide Prevention Day, Austin’s former classmate and a fellow golden little one in his group — a younger man named Evan Hansen — killed himself out of nowhere. Again got here the bolt of disbelief: “How could such a bright and beaming young man choose to end it all, when he had his whole life ahead of him?”

It’s an trustworthy query, but it surely’s incorrect. Evan, like Austin, didn’t select to finish his life. His mind erred. He made a everlasting determination in a brief second.

I do know that Austin and Evan would come again if they might, and I nonetheless weep figuring out that they will’t. But I don’t weep for lengthy as a result of I’ve work to do. I have to assist to not solely destigmatize however to normalize psychological sickness, notably amongst younger folks. I do that largely by sharing my story with audiences, and speaking about suicide prevention and psychological health consciousness.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.