A Meditation on a Loss
31 12 2008Suicide.
What a sinister name, the word sounds like a scapel through flesh.
What do I know about suicide?
Far too much
My wife and best friend ever commited suicide. She made several attempts before she went from pills and booze to a handgun, and not many people make multiple attempts with a handgun.
I was lucky in that I did not see her put a hole through, she did that in front of her dad, at her parents place.
And I know of nothing so jarring, so painful, as surviving suicide. Being the person left after a loved one takes her life hurts like all the pain the suicidee was feeling that drove her to it.
Oh my god Di, do you know how big of a hole you have ripped in my heart. Of course not, because you are not around. And as callous as it makes you seem, I tell people that you always said you did not care about that part because you would never witness it. I usually think that that was one way you rationalized the act.
That is all I can write for now, it hurts to much tonight







