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Thursday, November 18, 2010
That's the only word to describe an event that has affected Ryan and me. Ryan more than me, because he is closer to the situation and the people than I am. To fail to mention this would be a disservice to both the event and how it's impacted us since it happened. One of Ryan's friends/co-worker's sons committed suicide Tuesday night. He was just 16. It's the second suicide in our small area in less than a month, and this one was too close to home. Ryan's sergeant called when it happened, and I heard both sides of that conversation. I will never forget that short conversation. We were up tossing and turning, unable to sleep Tuesday night. It peppered my thoughts all day Wednesday. I refused to think about it today, and I was great until Ryan came home and told me the details of what happened. It's a horrific story, worse than what I had imagined the night it happened. It makes me sick to my stomach. As a parent it just breaks my heart. I'm worried about the family. Simply put, it is every parent's worst nightmare, and I hope it never hits any closer to home than this.
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I'm so sorry Karrie. No one ever expects to have this happen to them or someone they know. My heart breaks for the family and the son who felt this was his only way to deal with life.ReplyDelete