Though not in keeping with the usual lighthearted theme of a knitting blog, the recent suicide of my girlfriend's husband deserves comment. The waste of the loss of a life so little appreciated that it can be obliterated in a single drunken moment of irrationality.
It makes me sad.
When I witness the devastation that remains in the wake of this tragedy, it begs believability that 30,000 people a year consider this a viable option to end their psychological or physical pain.
It's not.
Comments (2)
I just went through this with a very good friend. We don't think he really meant to kill himself, but wanted attention. He went to far and died after a week on life support. I was so mad that I couldn't even stand to be at the hospital. Finally, the day before the funeral I started crying and couldn't stop. I had to do a eulogy through the tears. Suicide is so selfish. Bev in Edmond-- Lets get together sometime, I'll meet you half-way.
Posted by Bev | April 13, 2005 12:11 AM
Posted on April 13, 2005 00:11
I'm sorry.
Posted by Lori-Ann | April 13, 2005 9:24 AM
Posted on April 13, 2005 09:24