Hard memories
About 11 years ago, I experienced the most terrifying day of my life. I had to call 911 because I thought someone I loved was at risk of committing suicide. The fear, and anger, and horror of that day are still fresh in my mind whenever I think of them.
Yesterday, someone I love said they were headed home from work at 7:35pm, and then no one heard from him or saw him until 11:28pm. By then I had called all his friends, stopped by his work, the gym, local bars he likes... all to no avail.
I was 2 minutes from again calling 911 in fear for the life of someone I love. Brought up like a fresh raw wound the memories of that other day 11 years ago.
Rough night.
Yesterday, someone I love said they were headed home from work at 7:35pm, and then no one heard from him or saw him until 11:28pm. By then I had called all his friends, stopped by his work, the gym, local bars he likes... all to no avail.
I was 2 minutes from again calling 911 in fear for the life of someone I love. Brought up like a fresh raw wound the memories of that other day 11 years ago.
Rough night.