Fewer than one-third of adults and one-half of children with diagnosable mental health disorders receive mental health services in a given year. My Dad was one of those people, he thought his deep grief was a sign of weakness and he was ashamed to get the help he so desperately needed after the murder of his only son. In 2006, my father finally sought the help he so deserved, but because of the failure of Insurance Companies to recognize Mental Illness and depression as a real medical condition and their limited coverage allowed for the type of treatment he so desperately needed he checked himself out a Mental Health Facility saying this is "too expensive"; he was determined to beat this on his own. He spent the next 48 hours with his family enjoying his grandchildren, a cookout and Bay City'sTall Ships Celebration.... and in a moment left alone he took his life. My family did not know the warning signs of suicide. We didn't not know a sudden happier and calmer personality was a warning sign. We mistakenly thought he was getting better. I raise money for the Walk for Hope because I know my work might give someone an extra day of treatment that their insurance might not cover, and I know money raised will provide something as simple as a pamphlet to a family so they know the warning signs of suicide. I know together we can change the stigma and shame associated with depression and mental illness and I know together if we can change the way we think about mental health and wellness more people will get the help the so deserve. I love you Dad.