All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green. - Goethe
Thursday, May 2, 2013
I am surprised at how hard I am taking my friend's suicide. I keep thinking of his daughters who never got to know the awesome person that he was. Instead they will only know of a father who was distant and estranged and who left them. The memorial service was so hard. It was hard to see how he had isolated himself, it was hard to see his daughters devastated, and it was hard to know that so many people tried to help and it wasn't enough. Death is so final and it didn't have to end this way.