Whew! Another Thursday, another chance to alienate more people with my opinions. Just kidding. I don't post with the sole purpose of pissing people off. I have my opinions and feel that this being my blog and all, it's as good a place as any to share them. So on with today's post (and yes, I'm sure to tick people off with this one as well)!
A couple of days before Christmas, a friend of mine's husband killed himself. This coward leaves behind a wife and two children under the age of 7. Now she's a strong woman, who I have no doubt will be fine and survive, but she shouldn't have to deal with this crap.
It drives me crazy that people think things would be better if they were dead. News flash people, IT WON'T BE BETTER!!!! You'll be leaving behind people who will CONSTANTLY be asking why. Why did this happen? Why did he/she have to do this? Why didn't I stop him/her? Why? Why? Why? Even if a note is left, it still doesn't explain anything.
Lest you, dear reader, think that I don't have a clue and don't know what I'm talking about; you're wrong. I've personally lost people to this selfish act: one being the first guy I ever fell in love with, another being one of my best friends and another being a guy I was just forming a relationship with. All 3 thinking they had nothing to live for. All 3 being selfish and cruel to those left behind. It's not better without them on this Earth. The world is now missing a great musician, a great writer and a great pilot. Unfortunately, no one will ever know the greatness to which they could have achieved. All we can do is sit back and remember them. I hate remembering them. When I remember them, all I can think of is the fact that they took the easy way out instead of facing the minor problems they had in front of them.
I wish I could go back in time and show them that life isn't that bad. That there is plenty worth living for. That people sat alone in their homes and cried for hours, even days over them. I wish I could show my first love the amount of people who grieved, crying and wailing, at his funeral. People who were standing because there were no seats left due to the amount of people that showed up. People who were there begging God to send him back because there was so much more for him to accomplish here on Earth. How many people stood up at his funeral and applauded when the tape of him singing finished playing because it was just that beautiful. I wish I could, but I can't.
In an odd way, it makes me somewhat happy when I find out someone has "failed" to kill themselves. That means *I* get more time. I get to show them how much there is worth living for. How many people love them and care for them. How much *I* love them.
It's not our job to decide when we die. That's best left up to God.
Just a thought.
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