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From the darkness comes new light entering my lifeFree Access


The author is shown in this photo with his sisters, Lindsay, left, and Lara, at the home of “Grandma Betty” in Logansport, Ind.

The author is shown in this photo with his sisters, Lindsay, left, and Lara, at the home of “Grandma Betty” in Logansport, Ind.

On New Year’s Day, my uncle committed suicide. What ensued was a life-changing two-week period wherein I was able to reconnect with my father’s side of the family. I am truly grateful for that opportunity.

“All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries / That pump the blood that flows straight to the heart of me”

– Lana Del Rey, “Arcadia”

In my cupboard, on the top shelf, there are six glass goblets. Crystal-clear bases with crimson-cut tops from my grandmother, Betty. She gifted them to me after I drank from them for the first time in years, and so now they sit proudly perched amongst New Year’s paper plates and plastic cups. They don’t belong here, they truly don’t fit into the college dorm aesthetic that I (and my roommates Adam, Ari and Evan) have cultivated over the course of six months.

They make sense to me; I love colored glass. I have a purple vase on my nightstand and cobalt Pyrex nesting mixing bowls on the composite countertop. However, I didn’t expect them to arrive under the circumstances in which they did.

Price Little

Price Little

Was I meant to feel happy about it? No, but the brightest lights burn in the darkest nights. My uncle James (everyone else called him Jim) was a great man, I’m sure. Hundreds of people from his community came out to his funeral. I heard hundreds of beautiful stories about him, his actions and his music. I just wish that I got to know him.

It’s not that I didn’t know him, or that I didn’t talk to him ever. It’s just that I didn’t really know him. I knew very little about him, and I knew even less about my family as a whole.

I didn’t know his wife Leanne, my cousins Olivia and Sophia, etc. I grew up separately rooted from the rest of them. Even my sisters, Lara and Lindsay, but we’ve reconnected in the last few years. I was really only connected with my grandmother, “Grandma Betty,” as most everyone calls her. She is everyone’s grandmother, and I adore her.

When my dad got the call that James killed himself, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him act in such a bizarre way. Shock, sadness and a strong desire to leave. Originally, I wasn’t supposed to come with him. Originally, he was going to go out alone across the country in a rented car. Sounds stupid, right? Forty hours one-way, alone, driving through the night and stopping to hardly sleep. Thus, I went. I went out of a desire to see my family, but also out of a duty as his son.

And so we left.

He drove 22 hours straight the first night. Mariposa, Calif. to Amarillo, Texas, in less than two days. We didn’t know the date of the funeral, so we had to leave as soon as possible and drive as fast as we could.

I celebrated my birthday in Springfield, Mo., and then again in Logansport, Ind. – our final destination. Twenty years I have spent walking the Earth. Twenty years I have spent performing cellular respiration. We spent four days in Indiana. My birthday, the weekend, the funeral and then we left.

Forty hours back, but over four days. Then I returned to San Francisco, where I’m writing this.

Price Little was a valedictorian in the Mariposa County High School Class of 2020 and is attending the University of San Francisco majoring in foreign language. He can be reached at

One response to “From the darkness comes new light entering my life”

  1. Judy Taylor says:

    Price, I love your story. I love your Grandma Betty (she has always been Betty Rose to me). Your Grandma Betty’s father, Sam Sweazey, and my Grandma Alice Sweazey Mackie, were brother and sister, making us “second” cousins. I cannot imagine the pain she must still be enduring at the loss of her beloved son. I, too, have lost a son at a very young age, though not from suicide. His death was 54 years ago and I still have a huge hole in my heart. I’m sure the presence of you and your Dad for Jim’s funeral had to lift her spirits to the highest. Thank you for sharing. You are a beautifer writer and need to keep writing❤️. Judy Mackie Taylor

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