He dared greatly, then he Slipped Away; my grief journey


Slipped Away, the memoir,  is a celebration of the life of Steve Tarpinian, my soul mate, best friend and the love of my life for over 33 years.  At the age of 54, Steve took his own life on March 15, 2015 in Sedona, Arizona, the day after checking out of a one month stay at an inpatient mental health facility there.

After he died, I didn’t want Steve to be forgotten.  I wanted him to be remembered not only as a good athlete, a great coach and a visionary entrepreneur who laid the foundation for the sport of triathlon on Long  Island.  More importantly, I really wanted him to be remembered most as a kind, compassionate man who tried his very best to help people and in the process, profoundly impacted the lives of many in powerful and positive ways, both in sport and in life.  This I believe is Steve’s true legacy.  Thus, the telling of Steve’s story became a big part of my grief journey.

Slipped Away had its origins in the daily Facebook postings I had done about Steve in the weeks following his death. My friends told me I should write a book as they loved reading my anecdotes about life with Steve.  Since I didn’t consider myself a writer and knew nothing about publishing,  I decided to channel my grief into creating a Shutterfly photo book which I now call my first edition of the eventually published Slipped Away.  The hours I spent creating this photo book gave me a respite from the crushing grief I was dealing with.

After I finished the photo book, I felt I was ready to publish something, but since I still didn’t feel like a  writer, my thought was to publish a children’s book based on the true short story Steve had written about the mice that came into our home after hurricane Sandy in 2012.

However, I felt I wanted to do more than a children’s book but I couldn’t quite put my finger on exactly what I wanted to do.  Eventually, in June of 2015, my true purpose for writing Steve’s memoir  became apparent to me.  I wanted to carry on Steve’s legacy in such a way that he could still help people even though he is no longer with us. I believe the telling of his story will inspire conversation about suicide and mental illness.

In the early days after Steve died, I did not want to talk about Steve’s suicide and was adamant with a local reporter that he could not publish the cause of death. I was telling people that Steve died in his sleep.  Then, I realized I was guilty of propagating the stigma with my silence about the true cause of Steve’s death and re-enforcing the shame associated with suicide. We, as a society, are okay with talking about cancer and heart disease and do not feel embarrassment  when one of those illnesses may be the cause of death for a loved one.  The same is not usually true for suicide.

In years past, breast cancer and HIV/AIDS were stigmatized. Society has made tremendous strides since then.  Because of all the awareness campaigns, there is no longer any embarrassment  in talking about these illnesses which I believe has resulted in more treatment options and those that suffer now have more hope.  We need to get to that point with mental illness.  Until we as a society can talk openly and freely about suicide and mental illness, things will not change.  Yes, progress has been made, but still have a long way to go.

Note the contrast below in the disparity between two similar awareness events held at Jones Beach, New York:

  • On October 16, 2016, according to Newsday, over 65,000 participants raised over $2.5 million to fight breast cancer at the Making Strides of Long Island breast-cancer awareness walk.

According to breastcancer.org, about 40,000 women in the U.S. are expected to die in 2016 from breast cancer.  The CDC, in its statistics for 2014, indicated over 42,000 people died by suicide in the U.S.  Even though the number of deaths per year caused by suicide and breast cancer are very close, the difference in the number of participants and monies raised for  each of above awareness events is hugely disparate.

Steve, like so many others, had a disease that was  unseen, and like so many others who are similarly afflicted, his anguish was further exacerbated by trying to hide his pain.   So many people were shocked that Steve took his own life.   Many thought Steve ‘had it all’ as he was handsome, athletic, intelligent, well loved and successful in business. Although I knew he suffered, I had no idea to what extent.  I never would have thought he would take his own life.  Steve was my pillar of strength, my rock;  I believed he would be able to win his war against his demons.  If I only knew then what I know now…

Steve will continue to help others in even though he is no longer with us.  The proceeds of his memoir are donated to  Project9line.org, a nonprofit organization of veterans helping other veterans by offering outlets in the arts to those suffering from PTSD and depression.

And so, my grief journey continues, along with my  mission to carry on the legacy of a man who dared greatly.



4 thoughts on “He dared greatly, then he Slipped Away; my grief journey

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss of your dear husband Steve. This post is beautiful and true. I love Brene Brown’s work and I have too applied much of her research to surviving my own husband’s death by suicide. Keep the conversations going and keep honouring your husband.


    • Thank you for your encouragement. I am so sorry for your loss. It is a painful journey we are on, mourning the tragic loss of our loved ones. Brene Brown is truly inspiring. I used another one of her quotes: “Deny the story…” in one of my blogs. It seems my life’s purpose now is to tell Steve’s story to inspire conversations such that we can eventually obliterate the shame and stigma associated with mental illness and suicide. Sad to say, there are still those who do not approve of my going so public with the cause of Steve’s death.

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      • Oh Jean!! I haven’t even talked to his family about it that much… I just started writing because I needed to get it all out of me! I can assure you, my sister and father in law will not agree with it… in fact I was blamed for his passing.
        But I know the illness killed him. He wouldn’t have down any of what he had done if it weren’t for bipolar. I miss him everyday. Sometimes I think it may kill me.
        But you are right. We need to tell our stories, and we need to know we are not alone in this either.
        Sending love and strength your way💜💙❤️️


  2. wow, our stories are so similar. i have found that blame is very common in the case of suicides. it is human nature to try to blame someone for the suicide since as humans, we search out answers to explain why. unfortunately, we will never have answers. that is the way it is with suicide and mental illness. peace and strength to you.


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