
Suddenly my problems seem so very small now.
Got a strange call about an hour ago. Almost didn't recognize the voice. It was the mother of a friend I'd lost touch with years ago.
"I'm really sorry to have to tell you this on Christmas, but Michelle committed suicide this morning. I know you two haven't spoken in years, but you two used to be so close."
Dead silence.
I wanted to ask how, but she must have read my mind.
"She put a gun to her temple. One of the girls found her."
I gave her my condolences and reassured her I would be at the funeral. My head was swimming. I wanted to say more, but I couldn't find the right words. I hung up the phone and I cried. In fact, an hour later I'm still crying.
I used to camp out in this girl's backyard. We took dance lessons together. Met Duran Duran together. I learned how to drive a stick shift in her ugly green Volkswagen rabbit. Bowled on a league together. Was there for me when my father passed.
I don't know how I should feel. Part of me is very angry she did this. How did you leave two children and a husband behind? How could anything be so terrible that death should be the only exit? And to have one of your children find you? It will, no doubt, leave behind emotional scarring.
The other half of me is absolutely heartbroken. I lost touch with somebody I might have helped, even though several people have told me that I do more than enough and can't save everyone.
For now I have put my own guns away. I can't even look at them now.
Michelle wherever you may be -- I hope you find the peace in death you couldn't find in life.
Goodbye once more.
--P