23 years ago tonight, sometime between the darkness and the dawn, my precious father took his life. His voice silenced to me for the remainder of my days here on earth. In a moment of desperation, he was gone. Not only was the pain of losing him unspeakable, but the horror of suicide made every breath excruciating.
The shock and pain of his death was just the beginning of what would be a road of torment and depression of my own for the next 15 years, living a life of silent