Today my son killed himself. He hanged himself in the workshop behind his house and was found less than a half hour later by his wife. He would have been 44 years old on the 8th of July.
I'm lost.
My oldest and youngest sons, Richard and Scott, (Greg will always be my middle son) came to my house to tell me the news. When I saw them together, I knew. I asked. They confirmed.
"What we can do? they asked.
The Tastykakes
Greg kept Tastykakes over the microwave at home. We often talked about them - and the kids. Who liked what. Who ate what. They made him smile, so I bought Tastykakes and kept them over my microwave.
I can't look at them today. I can see him there - and the missing is just too much. I hope someday I'll have Tastykakes over my microwave again - and they'll make me smile, but not today. Today it hurts too much.
The Tastykakes are gone.
(I have to write some of this down - to keep the days from becoming one long day. If I don't get some of it out of me, it will suffocate me)
I'm lost.
My oldest and youngest sons, Richard and Scott, (Greg will always be my middle son) came to my house to tell me the news. When I saw them together, I knew. I asked. They confirmed.
"What we can do? they asked.
The Tastykakes
Greg kept Tastykakes over the microwave at home. We often talked about them - and the kids. Who liked what. Who ate what. They made him smile, so I bought Tastykakes and kept them over my microwave.
I can't look at them today. I can see him there - and the missing is just too much. I hope someday I'll have Tastykakes over my microwave again - and they'll make me smile, but not today. Today it hurts too much.
The Tastykakes are gone.
(I have to write some of this down - to keep the days from becoming one long day. If I don't get some of it out of me, it will suffocate me)
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