Today, my son went to the Funeral of a high school friend. The boys had grown apart through high school. They went different paths, but my son always said, Will was doing okay, when I asked if he ever saw him.
I remember a young boy about 12 or 13, happy, full of life. Two months ago today, I watch him walk across a stage and accept his diplomas. These young adults I watched going through this right of passage we call Graduation......they all have so much ahead of them. Good times with their friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, husbands, children. I saw them happy.
I do not understand what happened. How could a boy with his whole life ahead, with so many people that cared about him...his mother, step father, sister, friends, see only darkness, see only loneliness. To see such despair that he feels there is no other thing to do but lift a gun to his mouth and pull the trigger.
I am praying for you, Will.
Go home and hug your kids and tell them that you love them no matter what.