This younger man appeared on my doorstep. At a vital time of my life. His mum and dad had taken me in and supported me. But i know Fr. was a problem drinker. He was a priest in the Anglican Church. A double binder for a lot of people. He had eventually killed himself...

I spent a day with K. He had been only child. He liked seeing places where he had spent family time. The following day I had stuff to do. But the next day I went out and did the same thing again- in a different river valley.

But I felt downforce three or four days after that. Suicide was a big thing in my family too. Even if we had grieved- that would have been tough enough. But facing the consequences of suicide is well beyond imagination. It is final.

But I am pleased I did that stuff- and faced it head on.

I would like to see a world where this happens much less... and, yes i still have dreams and ideals. Tailored to the things I can change.

The little things. Towards people who are close to me. Taking care of my own space.

Thanks for the share...  ...