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The brother of a close friend in grade school committed suicide last weekend.
There is a service on Monday at the church where the dad of the family is the pastor.
I wasn't close enough to him to miss him, but I remember him on a family vacation to Mt. Ste-Anne, and seeing his face and long blonde hair.
Today I was thinking about suicide and how in some ways maybe it's not such a bad way to die; you choose how you go and when - you have some time to prepare and to plan it out. But since it's hand-in-hand with depression or mental illness it is still really sad. I wonder if some people, when they are committing suicide, feel a bit better, or whether they feel so horrible that it had to come to that. But death happens to everyone - couldn't there be some situations where it's better to die? I guess it's the fact that those kinds of situations exist that is what is so sad.
He was trying to create a career writing in french, and his family found his poems he kept on his laptop.
When my mom visited his family this weekend there were other family friends there and they were discussing his poetry, which was dark. I don't know if there is a point to analyzing "why" right now. My mom said that too, but while she was recapping the last few years of his life to me I really didn't want to hear it, at least not right now. It just doesn't seem right to be trying to figure out why, as if this is just a case study in human behaviour.
Yesterday I saw a small play that was directed by a girl who is a grad student in Bio. It was really good - called Crazy and A Half. It's about the relationships between psychiatrists and their patients, but really it was about love and how we don't say what we really mean or feel. It's a comedy, and only had 4 cast members playing multiple characters. My mom didn't think it sounded like a very good comedy, but that might have been because we had just talked about my friend's brother.
Anyway I don't want to think about why he did it, or why people commit suicide. It doesn't seem like something to analyze, just something to let sink in.
My swim coach's baby, Madison, is 8 months old. 9 months ago she wasn't here! He was 26 years old. I was thinking about how he's not here anymore, but I guess that's not true, not in the same way that Madison wasn't here 9 months ago. Then I felt like I was surrounded by ghosts (as in memories and experiences of deceased people) and that I was a ghost myself.
There is a service on Monday at the church where the dad of the family is the pastor.
I wasn't close enough to him to miss him, but I remember him on a family vacation to Mt. Ste-Anne, and seeing his face and long blonde hair.
Today I was thinking about suicide and how in some ways maybe it's not such a bad way to die; you choose how you go and when - you have some time to prepare and to plan it out. But since it's hand-in-hand with depression or mental illness it is still really sad. I wonder if some people, when they are committing suicide, feel a bit better, or whether they feel so horrible that it had to come to that. But death happens to everyone - couldn't there be some situations where it's better to die? I guess it's the fact that those kinds of situations exist that is what is so sad.
He was trying to create a career writing in french, and his family found his poems he kept on his laptop.
When my mom visited his family this weekend there were other family friends there and they were discussing his poetry, which was dark. I don't know if there is a point to analyzing "why" right now. My mom said that too, but while she was recapping the last few years of his life to me I really didn't want to hear it, at least not right now. It just doesn't seem right to be trying to figure out why, as if this is just a case study in human behaviour.
Yesterday I saw a small play that was directed by a girl who is a grad student in Bio. It was really good - called Crazy and A Half. It's about the relationships between psychiatrists and their patients, but really it was about love and how we don't say what we really mean or feel. It's a comedy, and only had 4 cast members playing multiple characters. My mom didn't think it sounded like a very good comedy, but that might have been because we had just talked about my friend's brother.
Anyway I don't want to think about why he did it, or why people commit suicide. It doesn't seem like something to analyze, just something to let sink in.
My swim coach's baby, Madison, is 8 months old. 9 months ago she wasn't here! He was 26 years old. I was thinking about how he's not here anymore, but I guess that's not true, not in the same way that Madison wasn't here 9 months ago. Then I felt like I was surrounded by ghosts (as in memories and experiences of deceased people) and that I was a ghost myself.