I had a friend that committed suicide. For years, when I’d think of him,
I’d cry. I cried because he was such a bright light, a sensitive and loving
soul and he couldn’t see it. I cried because he hid his pain too well. I cried
that hard deep cry as I went through it all again and again in my mind
replaying each word I’d said to him, each word I hadn’t … He came to me
in a dream years later … said that he was sorry, that had he known how
many hours and how many days we that loved him would spend crying in
the torment of his choice and his absence, had he known that we would
become the carriers of his pain, he would have chosen differently.”
Please Stay