A drive out into the late-summer Alberta country-side: beauty. A memorial service. Two suicides and one attempted suicide in one week. There is no way to reconcile the beauty with the pain. My friend tells his family’s story here.
Sorting it Out
What I meant to say, yesterday.
Sorting it Out 
BW was a long time patient of friend of my father in law’s, he phoned to wish Miss A a happy birthday this week and cried. What at tragedy.
Big loss for him, as for many others. There is, it seems to me, most often no rhyme or reason, no way to see these things coming. Say hello to your father-in-law for me, and tell him thank-you for his gracious and unexpected help my way a number of years ago!
Thank you for this Connie. And your presence at the memorial meant so very much.
We were happy to be the tiniest part of all the love. You’ll continue to be in our thoughts.
Death – like a cosmic osmotic membrane separates animation from star dust to allow animation to enter another welcoming mystery dimension of the Creator of Life and Origin of Love.
It’s a surprisingly thin curtain sometimes…