Suicide

A week ago I heard the news that a classmate of mine had committed suicide. I was shocked to say the least. He was a fun, outgoing, social person who I never in a million years would picture to be the type of person to  take his own life. I went to elementary through high school with him. He became a singer with his own band after high school. I even auditioned to be a vocalist with his band. He always seemed to be doing well and managed to make a career out of performing, which to me is a feat in itself. He was also the father of two young boys. 

Suicide is hard for those left behind to understand, because we will never know what was going on in his mind during those last few moments of his life. Then there are the questions of why? why did he do it? why would he leave his sons without a father? why didn't he reach out to his friends or family? why didn't he seek counseling or some other sort of help? so many why's and we'll never have answers. Instead we are left with a void. 

His service was standing room only. A testament to the amount of lives he touched. If he had been there to see the love and support in that chapel maybe he would of changed his mind. If only.......