A few years ago one of our daughters committed suicide. (My dear dad had passed away the previous fall, and my loved mother just three months after that.) I had known this precious one had recently felt depressed because of many situations in her young adult life, but her stepfather and I had felt she was getting on top of them. I was to have telephoned her at her apartment in a nearby city later that morning.
On hearing the news, our other daughter flew in from her home in another part of the state to be with us. She as well as her sister had been raised in Christian Science, and although she knew how to pray supportively—and did—she also needed great comforting at this time.
The morning after this daughter's arrival, I was sitting in a chair in our living room when I suddenly was aware of her calling out to me, "Mother! Where is your thinking? Where are you?!" This startled me. I replied, "Why I seem to be in a very dark tunnel. I am looking for your sister, but she isn't here." My daughter asked if she could call the Christian Science practitioner who was helping us through prayer, and I agreed. He asked her to have me come to the phone. I did and I remember he told me that I needed to study the truth—not just read, but study. He asked me to look up what Mary Baker Eddy says about the Christ on page 124 of Miscellaneous Writings.
