An old friend took his own life yesterday. As the shrapnel of his loss ricochets around his family and friends, it makes me think; there, but for the grace of God, go all of us.
I wish him the peace that so eluded him in this life. I hope he now feels safe.
I remembered this Seamus Heaney poem called The Rescue, it made me think of all of those who tried so hard to save him.
In the drifts of sleep I came upon you
Buried to your waist in snow.
You reached your arms out: I came to
Like water in a dream of thaw.
Safe journey home.