The moment I felt Death courting you my rib cage collapsed— curled as a conch until fossilized around my heart
I crumbled into childhood— became the strange little girl always alone talking to herself on the playground thinking she was whispered a safe haven of hush-holy clouds— relieved to slip away unnoticed into a detached solitude seeking only shades of rock beneath a surface no touch— nor even Life could reach
“People pontificate, ‘suicide is selfish,’ while career churchman like Pater call it a coward's act typically because they lack the necessary suffering to sympathize. Couldn't be further from the truth; suicide takes tremendous courage.”
You were a husband and father- a devotional man kneeling at the altar of friendship, supporting right and wrong in accordance to your moral compass
Most of all, you were a human being; therefore, subject to earthly demons ...