Someone my husband and I know has committed suicied.
I cannot say that he was a friend, and my husband knew him much better than I did, but it is still stunning.
He was a wonderful person from what I knew of him, kind, funny and strong, he was married, had two step-kids who he treated as his own and had parented for years, they had a boat and a decent job and to the best of my knowledge appeared happy even days before the event.
I don't know why. I don't know if anyone ever knows why.
It keeps reappearing in my mind and has for a day or two now; stunned. Last time I spoke to him he was telling us about his daughter's halloween costume, she was dressed all in pink with a giant shoe on her head, a piece of gum about to be stepped on...
It seems less funny now.
While I was having a lovely Saturday afternoon, he was killing himself.
All those people....