It has been a while since my last post. Even though I’ve had some time to think about this subject, I’m not sure how to write this one because it feels so personal. So I will just write…
Why is it so hard when someone takes their own life? I do not know. I truly don’t. I was told earlier this year that a student I once had the privilege of working with killed himself. Why? I may never know.
He was a veteran. Maybe that’s why. Sometimes we take it hard when it is one of our own.
He was in his thirties. His thirties. He was so young. So many more years to go.
He was one of my students. I take a personal interest.
I had never before felt such visceral anguish… the day I found out, that night, I literally fell to my kitchen floor and cried.
I don’t know what to say, except this: he was a bright young man. He had a good heart and a sweet spirit. Whenever I asked him he was always ready to lend a hand. He was a veteran and he served his country. He will be missed.