Obituary.
03 Nov 2010 Leave a Comment
I didn’t know you all that well, but I think I’m in mourning as if I did. Suicide isn’t the same as regular death. Nor is regular death ‘regular death’ when it’s someone you shared classrooms with, assemblies, a boozy New Year’s Eve. You should be on the mend, at university, playing hockey and taking mad photographs and continuing to excel at all your studies. You saw so little point in yourself because you hadn’t made a difference to the world aged 17. I suppose you’d carried that feeling with you ever since.
Depression makes you blind; so does death. You can’t see for the pitch black. You wouldn’t have seen how you were really going to change the world one day, because you had one of those minds that eventually does. You wouldn’t have seen the person you’d eventually have met, who would have loved you for the rest of your life. You wouldn’t have seen all the places you’d have travelled to, the emotions they would have stirred in you. You didn’t see your friends or your family by your side. You won’t see how many of them will convene together now and celebrate you, and cry together at what a huge, what an unfair loss it’s been.
You’ve been in the dark for a long time. I hope you’ve found light.
