Photoessay #2814 - Beautiful Girl

Picture of N from a fund-raising site. We contributed.  The father is very ill.  Very bad time.  This girl was as sunny as the picture implies.  She would never ever ever be the one I expected.  16 years old.  But a suicide, they can only see one way to end their pain.  It's that bad.

They never know the path of misery they leave behind.

I told the dad I would tell the neighbors.  I told everybody I knew but we've had some turnover and some of the people would never have known Nora.  I encouraged everybody to go over there and talk to them.  Don't be afraid, go do it.  And they did.  They all went to call.

But this post is about hate.  Something I hate.  I really really REALLY hate going to memorials for other people's children.  I've done it too many times.  It's stupid and awful and miserable and every time I do it, I fervently hope that I will never have to do it again.

But I will.  Sunday morning.  I will do it again.

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