Saturday, April 3, 2010
I am in a bit of a funk (as you might have noticed on Facebook)... so for my one or two readers, I thought I'd explain why.
My good friend's husband took his own life on Thursday night. This was a couple we met in childbirth class 11 years ago. Our girls have been friends since toddlerhood, and they're best friends now. And, as recently as last weekend, Erin has spent a lot of time at their house. She adored her friend's dad; he was almost like a second dad to her.
I still don't know the details; it's all too soon. It doesn't even matter, really. All I know is that my friend is now a widow -- instantly and unexpectedly. And her daughter is just a ten-year-old girl who will never get to hug her daddy again, or climb into his lap, or ride quads with him on Saturdays -- as they (and Erin) so often did. This will change the rest of her life and how she interfaces with people, her level of trust in relationships, feelings of guilt, abandonment.... and so on and so forth. My heart absolutely breaks for her. For her mother, too.
I know life isn't supposed to be fair. But this kinda goes beyond that.