This past week two people in my family committed suicide; Wayne's brother and my uncle. I found out about my brother-in-law Tuesday night and received a phone call about my uncle on Wednesday morning. Not only is loss of life so shocking and permanent but suicide in and of itself is horrible. How awful that people feel that there is no other choice but to end their lives; whether they struggle with mental illness or not. How awful for surviving friends and family to wonder if they could have done something different, helped in some way.....
The last time I saw my brother in law was in November. My mom had the twins and Wayne, Dean and I went out for brunch together. I have a vision in my head.... Wayne and Dean in the mini van... me in dad's sports car trying to throw the stick into reverse forgetting to push the stick in and then down. I turned around and Dean was laughing at me... .. he seemed so happy; laughing and winking at me. It is unreal that he is gone. It is unreal that my Uncle is gone as well.... my thoughts are with my Aunt and her children.
My thoughts are heavy with life and loss...... could I have helped Dean more in some way?? I will never know. Wayne will never know..... we sit together in silence with this heavy weight pushing between us. Meanwhile Dean's dog Sheba is sprawled out on our family room floor with Porter..... it's been love at first sight for the dogs... they are inseparable and happy..