The silence Dad left behind when he took his life was agonizing, crippling and frightening. In a matter of minutes his breath ceased and my nightmare began. There was no negotiating, no discussion, no cry for help. His world became silent and mine screamed for one last chance. Surely, I could have stopped it, had I known… or could I? What would become of me and what had become of him?
I laid awake many nights in a puddle of tears wondering what had become of him. We went to church,