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Finding My Soul After Losing My Grace

By September 16, 2020October 2nd, 20208 Comments


I will never forget that day. It will be seared in my mind forever and has significantly altered my life’s path and who I am at the core today.

It was the last day of winter break before school started – January 3, 2016. Like typical Oregon winters, the day was dark and dreary. My plan that morning was to go for a run and then in the afternoon attend a funeral of a co-worker who I taught with at Hedrick Middle School.

Around 10:30 that morning, I asked my daughter Grace if she wanted to go running with me, which she usually would. Grace said no – she was angry with me for taking her phone away earlier that morning. I asked my other daughter Jill Rosie and she rode her bike while I ran. Grace stayed home.

We returned 45 minutes later but Grace was nowhere to be found. I thought nothing of it as we had a large property and she would often roam around for hours. However, I did want to find her before I left for the funeral so Jill Rosie and I searched for her.

We spent nearly three hours looking for Grace. The time for me to leave to get to the funeral on time had passed and I was becoming increasingly irritated, not even considering that something bad might have happened. I was angry with her because I thought she might be “hiding” to punish me for taking her phone earlier in the day.

I was on the phone with the girls’ dad, the car door open as I was debating about whether to leave for the funeral, when Jill Rosie, 13 at the time, said, “Oh, there she is mom.” My life as I knew it was over.

I lost my daughter Grace to suicide. She was 15 years old. September is National Suicide Prevention Month – I believe every month should be dedicated to suicide prevention.

There are so many parts of that day I don’t remember. What I remember most was seeing Grace’s face and death– I knew immediately she was gone. I remember Jill Rosie making a primal, guttural scream that I had never heard from anyone in my life. I remember I kept telling her, “Don’t look! Don’t look! Call 911.” I was yelling out instructions to her trying to distract her from the horror.

I also remember performing CPR on my deceased daughter for what seemed like hours until the first responders came. I remember my friend Melissa coming over to pick up Jill Rosie to take her away from the scene. I remember being so inconsolable and desolate that another friend, Leslie, admitted me to the hospital to help calm me down.

I remember involuntarily crying every day for a year straight – overwhelmed by the grief, anger and sadness that my beautiful daughter was gone. I remember Grace’s death making my relationship with my other daughter Jill Rosie so fragile we barely spoke for a year. And, I remember it fracturing my marriage so significantly that my husband and I divorced two years later.

After nine months, I started to regain my life when I returned to school to teach and plan Run with Grace 5K. My students were my saviors and resurrected my soul. This is when I started to find my joy again – through their passions and my purpose of making a difference in their lives.

My friend Lisa helped me start Run with Grace, which provided me a way to celebrate Grace’s life and raise awareness about the importance of suicide prevention. During the annual run, we honor her memory as a truly wonderful and special girl, not just someone who took her life. I want people to remember Grace as more than a mental illness or suicide statistic. My ultimate goal with Grace is not to remember the end but only the wonderful times, her kind and generous spirit, and her beauty.

Losing a child to suicide creates a pain so indescribable and terrifying that you can’t fathom how you’ll ever survive it. I was so consumed by the grief and agony, I often felt like my heart would stop beating and I couldn’t go on. It really is a pain incomprehensible to others who have not experienced it.

I don’t want another family to understand what that pain feels like – but I know the reality is there will be others. I share takeaways from my tragedy in hopes it might spare other families from having to bury their child far too early.

  • You can’t be too serious or concerned about depression or suicidal talk. If a youth is extremely sad or has mentioned dying, get professional help immediately.
  • Encourage kids to journal and/or write stuff down. As teens’ brains develop, many have a difficult time accessing, understanding and communicating emotions, so they often have difficulty expressing feelings orally and can do so better in writing.
  • Teens should ALWAYS tell an adult if they’re worried about a friend, even if the friend pleads not to tell anyone. Impress upon kids that it’s better that their friend is angry with them for a while rather than them not be alive. If the initial adult told doesn’t take action, tell another adult.
  • Look for subtle changes. The signs aren’t always glaring and obvious. Are they more sensitive than usual? Are they isolating more? What small habits or routines have changed? Looking back on the morning Grace took her life, her anger towards me for taking her phone was remarkably out of character for her. And, the fact that she didn’t go running with me was extremely unusual – running was something she’d never skip. Her friends also mentioned that she had been eating alone a lot at lunch and would read, instead of sitting with her regular group. Pay attention to those small signs.

Grace’s suicide and death have forever changed my outlook on life and how I treat others. Grace’s most prominent gifts were that she was an incredibly kind, caring and loving person. But she wasn’t able to understand or process the hate and cruelty in our world. After losing Grace, I have made a concerted effort to carry and emulate her gifts and values through my own actions and how I treat others. I also try not judge people by their external demeanor – physical appearances can be deceiving. One of the comments I heard most after Grace passed was that she always had a smile on her face. It just goes to show people often don’t outwardly display their pain and sadness. And for youth, it can be even more difficult and overwhelming.

For help or more information on suicide, contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-8255 or visit

Susan Holt

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Join the discussion 8 Comments

  • Michele Brown says:

    Thank you for sharing your story. Now I will carry your Grace with me as well. As a teacher myself, I can relate to your finding solace in your interactions with your students. They certainly place us firmly in the present moment. Again, thank you. Your story can literally save lives.

  • Courtnie Lamb Williams says:

    Beautiful Susan,

    Thank you for sharing your story and taking your extraordinary loss to serve others. Your family has been in my prayers through these years. You are courageous!


    Hi to my dear Jenny

  • Anna Bishop says:

    Your story took my breath away. Thank you for sharing – you are so brave for getting up and finding a way to move forward. Peace be with you always. ❤️

  • Sandra says:

    ♡ I couldn’t stop reading ♡ I have no words that I can express to you for your loss. You are not alone. Thank you for sharing.

  • RLS says:

    I remember this winter break…and the news. My son was in her grade. He and his friend came home & I had gotten an email from the school district about a child – who had passed away. (I don’t remember the wording they used.) But…I asked the boys when they came through the door if they knew who it was…and they both looked at me…shocked…& I think I had to ask again. When they said, “Grace,”…I thought, and then said, “Grace…Grace Holt?!” and they didn’t say anything…then told me they couldn’t talk about it. They were hurting…and then I was hurting. No, not her!
    She invited my son (we had only lived in Medford for two years), to her kindergarten (or maybe 1st grade) birthday party at the park in Jacksonville. Grace did have a kindness to her. I think about her…a lot of people think about her…she just had that affect on people.
    Thanks for sharing your story.
    It’s been hard for everyone with the COVID-19 lockdown. My younger boys and I found some hand painted rocks at the SMHS campus this summer while riding bikes. One says, “You are not alone!” We found some others too. I was thinking they were from the kindness rocks I’ve seen painted at your events. So…again, we were thinking of Grace. It’s the simple things…of kindness. It gives glimpses of caring & concern. It takes a lot of pain for our eyes to fully open. I’m sorry for all your pain. We are thankful for your heart.

  • Neil says:

    no one should ever have to walk through this pain.

  • Susie says:

    Thank you for sharing. Your story is parallel to ours. We lost our daughter in 1999 at 15 also. She was mad at me that day also, she was missing for awhile and I was agitated because I also had to go somewhere. Our 9 year old son found her and said something simple like, “Mom, I found her.” Our world also feel apart that day, but over 21 years or hearts have mended. May the Lord bless your hearts to mend also. ❤️

  • Dana Daniels says:


    As I read this story it brought so many thoughts to mind and then tears to my eyes. Your family’s loss is unimaginable and I know that Grace is looking down on all that you are doing to prevent future kids from turning to this as an option. You always had a smile on your face as well growing up and thank you for sharing your story…. Bless you and your family’s pain….