Jon was the younger brother of a friend of mine. I knew him; I have a younger brother too.
I was one of the last people to talk to my friend Laura before she killed herself. We talked on Tuesday, and on Friday she was gone.
I taught Jonathan how to dance.
Tomorrow, there's going to be a huge suicide prevention gathering on the Golden Gate Bridge - I won't be there. Part of me wants to go, to be the person to make that difference, to be a part of that solidarity. More of me knows that it isn't time yet; I'm not ready to be in the thick of it. I wish I were.
I'll be there in spirit, guys.
I miss you.
It still hurts.
If I ever get to see you again, you're buying the drinks.
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