When someone is suicidal and set, they often act in the moment. In these cases, gun shots are fatal. Even veterans are now facing higher suicide rates, and of the veterans who do commit suicide, almost 70% look to guns due to easy access.
“I’m sorry,” I say, but it’s hard to be sorry for something you’re not sure of, something you can’t remember. It’s just easier this way. Better to back down and apologize than cause an argument. Why does my mouth taste so bad?
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and count to ten. All you need is a moment of courage.
BUT ANYWAY, so here we are, a duck has died and people are beyond upset.
He said goodnight, and gave hugs and love-in-spades to each, and then a short time later jumped out a window to his death.
You know that it’s “just what happens.” You know that it’s the “circle of life.” But those kinds of phrases and truths are so much harder to digest when they are suddenly realized in your own life.
In a single second you can cross a street, you can whisper ‘I love you,’ you can take off in an airplane, you can feel your stomach drop, you can smile, or you can watch someone you love take his last breath.
The day Bacon came back, he just walked through the door and said “Hello.” Like nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t been gone for 15 years.
People who are disabled are as capable of making choices as anyone else.
You are gone and I cannot change that. I keep having these urges to break things, to pound my fists against desktops and windows, to fracture this life that somehow doesn’t contain you anymore, and then put the pieces carefully back together.