Tonight I received the news that a friend of mine from high school committed suicide last night. His eleven year old son found him. I have often comforted myself with the thought that Dan dying in the hospital the way he did was better than dying of a heart attack somewhere totally unexpected and one of the kids tormenting themselves for years to come with guilt over not being able to help.
I caught myself wondering with grief, “O friend, how could you?” But the memories stir and I am reminded of my ‘taste’ of depression after Payden (1) was born and I know how it is possible. But for the grace of God, there go I. Please pray for his family.