Another funeral

Another funeral, today. But this time, for a young man who found life too much to bear. We did not actually attend this one. It was acknowledged in our home with a lighted candle and supportive hugs.

How do you comfort your 14 year old daughter when she comes to you late in the evening with devastation written on her face? "My friend killed himself!"

"Who? Where? How?" I sputtered.

"I don't know." she replied.

We still have few details save the fact that he hanged himself. Whatever was the matter, this kid meant business. No cry for help, this.

My immediate concern, of course, is for the safety of my own child. She thinks I'm over-protective to ask if she is ok. But I know that these things can feed on each other. I think she's alright, but I'm watchful.

My heart aches for his parents. The loss of a child has to be the greatest blow of all.