This morning I received one of those fairly early phone calls that you just know is not good news. And it wasn't. An old school friend was calling to tell me a mutual old pal of ours, husband, had committed suicide. In the event that you were a reader back in the Crashman blog days, this is the same wonderful man who came to our aid and built the ramps for Brian's wheelchair, (on the hottest day in August with the humidity around a thousand %) so we could get him in and out of the house. Bob was a local home builder and no one--to a person--can wrap their brain around this stunning loss. My guess is, Bob could no longer act like he was happy when he was in such agony, and for whatever reason, could not ask for help. The carnage this has left behind will never, ever, be forgotten and I feel sure if he'd been rational, this is not what he ever would have wanted to leave behind as a final goodbye.
That said, if you are reading this, and are in enormous pain (emotional or physical), please get help before doing something as final as this. There is so much help available today that no one should ever suffer like this--especially alone and silent. Too many people are ashamed to admit they have a problem. Admit it and get help. You're worth it. We all are. And he sure was.
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