Not a great week in my village. Local retired doc had a stroke, another local died, friends father in hospital with a stroke, and lady down the road suicided in the park next to the school, lucky a relation found her not children. Glad I dont have to tell my mother that news, she knew her well.
Funny I had a sort of obcessed with suicide week. I wonder if everyone remembers the first person they knew who commited (funny word for it) suicide. I was away from home for the first time failing nursing in another state, my mother wrote me that a classmate of my sisters had shot herself in her parents garage. I thought about what that must have been like for her family and everyone close, even at my distance and in this distant I still think about her and wonder why and how things were so bad. I told myself for years that it must have been an accident but my mother said it wasnt she put the gun together. It haunts me too because I go to the house she lived in friends live there. They dont know, as far as I know, not something you can ask about. Its hard to remember how bad you can feel after you feel better.