Suicide

I have a dear cousin that bought a gun and used it once committing suicide in the family room. A few years later his daughter, who found him, committed suicide in the same way in the same chair. His wife then simply walked out of the house leaving everything behind.

My father gave up and dove into the bottle wishing to die. He had told me for several years that he would be dead before 50. He died at 46. We had lost him several years before but still did not have time to grieve.

I read the Las Vegas massacre as a very loud suicide.

I am unable to understand or know your pain. It is uniquely yours born of conditions that I can never experience.

Suicide rates, in this country, are increasing. It is becoming clear to me that our American way to pursue happiness is increasing suffering.

Each loss to suicide, the bottle, drugs or other ways to self immolation makes us poorer.

Each person we meet has the potential to enrich both of us. We just need pause long enough to see and acknowledge that person.

There is no one solution to ending misery. Doing one thing today to make another's life easier will help.